You pass the stag and find yourself at a small openning. The shrubbery here seems to be cleared away, so only the trees stand here. It's a bit eerie, so you step forward. But then you here someone speak from below you.
"Where do you think you're going buddy?" chirps someone.
You look down and are surprised to see three small ponies near your feet, and one has a rather large horn. You introduce yourself, happy to see that they lack large teeth and other such things. They all seem to be rather suspicious of you.
"You're a wanderor," says the red-maned one. "Well, the three of us know something that might interest a true wanderor. My name is Fire Walker, this one here is Verone."
"And I," says the pony with the large horn on her head, "I am Futse-zu-ee, a Ki-rin." She straightens herself up and looks you over, almost sizing you up. "I suppose you're right, Fire Walker, perhaps we should show this wanderor our special something." She smiles. "Want to come with us?"
Verone hops up and down and scampers behind some trees, "Follow me!"
Follow the Path
Follow the Ponies
