The next part of the orchard is filled with hanging vines, which come from a dark brown tree with light green leaves. You can't make out what kind of fruit grows on it, so you stop to examine one up close.
"Hey, it's not nice to stare," says a sharp female voice. You blink and see that, on the very tree you're studying, sit three small equine.
Each has a pair of wings, which appear almost too large for the tiny horses. The sharp female voice sounds again, and you find that it is coming from a red-winged equine. "I am Zalaesta," she says proudly. "This," she points to the purple winged equine next to her, "is Vanioban, and that," she points to the last equine, "is Calaidar. We live here, in the sap trees."
That would explain why there is no fruit on any of these trees, you think to yourself. Vanioban asks, "I suppose you're a wanderor...?" His deep voice rolls off his tongue gently.
You introduce yourself, telling them about how you got to the orchard. They seem to be a bit puzzled by your adventure, but they listen to your every word.
Calaidar speaks up, "Well, we're supposed to pass on something special to wanderors who come here. I don't know if you're interested...but would you like to have a prize? You'd need..."
She stops and looks over at her companions. She leans in and whispers, "You'll need the magmaquine password."
The other two nod. "Well, what do you say?" asks Vanioban.
Tell them you want the prize
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