You begin to jog down the small cut-grass path towards "Haram'Kira'Kahi." Long name.. You wonder what it means.. You stop at where the path ends. The path ends at a large flower bed, a small pond next to it. A few dragonflies fly over the bond, while a few butterflies sip on the nectar of the flowers. The flowers are just gorgeous! You bend down to pick one...As you get your fingers on one of the multi-colored and sweet smelling flowers, you hear a loud, shrillie whinnie coming from your right, quite close to your ear. You turn your head, abruptly, and stare at a strange brown horse with light-blue eyes, mule-tail, and dragonfly wings.. a very small strange brown horse..
The horse is holding a tiny crystal-blue flower between his teeth. He gives you a horsish grin and kicks his heels, spinning around your head. Finally, he lands on your right shoulder
"Haram mia, k'zarti! Malacka !fin yom san sha. Malacka !fin yom pah. Malacka !fin yom sk on e laine mia."
The little horse speaks a strange language, in a dreamy matter. He snaps out of the dream and looks back at you
"Yom kahi for luath. So sorry, K'zarti. I am not used to the English language. I almost always speak my native tongue, Allorian, since that is the way Oriana has raised me to keep my traditions. Anyhow, Malacka is my mate. Enough that is said :) Right at this very moment, Oriana is telling Darkhorse about us, and when we will have a clutch. I must be off, k'zarti. Pleasure being here with you on this fine day. I bid you farewell"
Then strange little horse buzzes off, leaving you with questions and a tiny crystal flower. You accidentally drop the tiny flower. You bend down to pick it up... Next to the flower is a status sheet.. you read it..