A pale white stallion nickers as he sees you, and walks over. His mane and tail are covered with the same raven-black as his legging pattern, the slender frame einding in four gilded hooves which match the rain-pettern spos on his flank. Two embony-tipped ears are perked forward, the pink in them accenting the pink in his muzzle. His long, slender horn is bluish and translucent, seemign to have a light of its own.

He stands about twelve feet from you and stops, hesitant. Then he speaks:

"Sella Li. Ze ve perseina Janiflis. Se kef?"

Not sure how to respond, you shout back an introduction. The stallion sighs in relief and walks toward you. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, a tickle of air touching you pefore passing on.

"I trust you have spent some time traveling in Savine, my friend. I am called Janiflis, which means "Sea Gold" once translated out of Gavanian."

That awkward wording. Janiflis isn't the only one who's spoken with aswkward wording, although all of the creatures in the pasture seem to be quite fluent in your native language.

"You know my native language..." you say to him, more of a question then a staement no matter what the phrasing.

He shakes his head no. "Savine is an unusual world. The barriers of language, when one is fluent in speaking a language, are not there unless they are chosen to be."

He sighs and stares at the ground. "Something is not right here, I can feel it. I'm sure the other unicorns know it as well, although they say little of it. I'm not quite sure what it is that is wrong in this place."