You approach the next area of the Valley only to find a smaller equine sitting before you. He has a long tail, a long mane, and appears to be a purple-blue color. Slowly he walks up to you, as if surveying you.

"I am Silast," he says. "Like that of the purple color - Celestial...you know?" he winks. "Son of Holly and Strawberry Speckle...and brother to a twin." He seems quite proud of his family.

"More than a twin," another voice says. "I am Varil, Silast's identical twin brother." He struts forward.

Suddenly, he circles around you. "You aren't much of a hunter, I can tell you that. First of all, you walk to loud. Second of all, you seem to be out in the open, a silly mistake if you ask me..."

"A hunter?" you ask. You explain that you are merely a wanderor and want nothing to do with hunting.

He chuckles. "A wanderor is suppose to hunt for things, didn't you know." He smiles. "Takes a hunter to know a hunter's joke, I suppose." He shakes his head. "Anyways, I am one of the few of my kind in this Wood. I suppose we are a growing race, as I see more and more enter here..."

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