You continue past the grey equine to find yourself in the prescene of more of her kin. This one, however, is green and much less cheery. He approaches you with a slow, methodical walk as if he's marching. You can see others of the same kind far behind him, but he alone seems to be walking towards you.
"You are the wanderor?" he asks. It's not really much of a question, though.
You give a short introduction, and he shakes his head a bit. Before he can respond to you, though, someone else lands right next to him.
"Wow, Green of Earth, I see you've meet our wanderor," she says. Her blue coat contrasts sharply to his green. She seems less stiff, too. "Call me Flight of Cloud," she says loudly.
Green of Earth seems rather displeased at her sudden arrival. Perhaps, you think, he meant to introduce himself. Either way, he says, "Yes, Flight, thank you. Anyway, I was just about to tell the wanderor that..."
"Ohhh!" shouts Flight of Cloud. "Can I tell the wanderor, please? I know it too! I do! Please!"
"No," he says. "Wanderor, if you are asked for a password, it is sweet, and don't forget it."
Flight of Cloud droops a little, but takes flight with Green of Earth as he leaves.
