After passing out of the shade of the hill, you find that the meadow is rather hot. It's not uncomfortable, but if you were out here all the time you might be unhappy with the heat. It isn't long before you run into another equine.
She is like no others you have met. She has no hooves, but rather her feet are like a lion's. She has a mohawk of hair, and she has a beautiful mix of yellow, blue, and red fur. She seems rather out of place in the deeply green meadow.
"Hello," comes her bright, yet calm, voice. "I am Peroim. Who are you?"
You introduce yourself and explain about how you got here. You take your time, as she is a good listener, and even tell her about some of the people you've met since you got here. She nods along.
"Well, I am glad you are here. I suppose I should tell you, if you head right now, you'll eventually end up by the fountains, or you'll go to the Cresent of Life. I recommend it. If you head to your left, though, you'll end up at the Badlands. I'm not sure if that's what you want, but if you do, that's the way."
Now that you've taken time to look, the meadow does seem to be ending in every direction. You thank her for her time and head off.
To the Right
To the Left
Back to the Beginning of the Meadow
