You pass the two wynds and, sure enough, find two more just up ahead. One is a very bright yellow that sparkles, while the other one has browns, purples, and pinks to her color. The first walks over to you, humming quietly.
"What're you doing around here, there?" she asks.
You tell her your name and status, and you even elaborate a bit on how you got here.
She scoffs. "A wanderor? Oh please, that's an old story. What're you really doing in here? You're probably a hunter."
She stamps her black hooves, making her eyes glint with anger. You wonder why she thinks you're a hunter, given that the other equine told you that others should know you're not by now. You open your mouth to say this, but before you can, the other wynd walks forward.
"If so," says the other, "than an extremely stupid one." She smiles at you, "Call me Color of Wind, and that's lovely Ray of Shine right there, whom, as you can see, is not fond of visitors." Her smile curls. "She always thinks they're hunters."
Ray of Shine tosses her head in the air, turns her back on you both, and walks away. Before you can say anything, Color of Wind speaks again.
"Don't mind her, she's heading for the beach as of right now. She's just grumpy, that's all. And she's never really trusted anyone that much. So, I'm going to go after her and see what I can do. Thanks for dropping by."
As she leaves, you notice another pathway to your left.
Keep Going
Follow the Other Pathway
