The meadow seems to be getting more green and blue as you pass more toward the center. Many of the residents you meet seem to be of a lighter tone than the ones before. There seem to be a lot of white unicorns especially.
You meet a small family of white horses lying in the shade of a rather large hill. One of the smallest horses cries, "Mamma! Mamma!"
The largest of the four hourses looks up at you and grins, although it fades quickly. "I am Crywien," she says. Her voice is low and quiet. "Sorry, we were just napping. Sometimes it gets too hot for my children. They are Jerilla, Dweing, and Raraviel."
The different babies pop up and bounce when they hear their names, but they begin to chatter loudly so you cannot really hear what any of them are saying.
"We recently moved here," says Crywien. "It was a long, hard slog to get here, let me tell you. We tried to live in the Jungle, and that didn't work out at all. Then we tried to live in the ... well, nevermind. It doesn't matter. We're here now, and it's nice."
"I agree," comes another voice, although this one is haughty and male.
"Me too!" comes another voice.
From above the hill, two tiny heads peek down. One of them is grey with a black moon, and the other is white with a pink heart.
"Who is your new friend, Crywien?" asks the male voice, which you realize is the darker-colored one.
Crywien replies, "A wanderer." You take a few moments to introduce yourself, although neither of the new arrivals finds your story impressive.
Both of them plop down from the top of the hill and come into the shade, much to the excitement of the baby horses. "I'm Boigo," says the female, "and this is my mate, Merebo." They both giggle. "Silly wanderers..."
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