The winding path ends at a clearing of wild flowers. Dragonflies buzz, and butterflies flutter over your head.
One butterfly is chestnut, with four legs, ears and purple wings. That's a strange butterfly... you think.
Then it lands on your nose, and you realize that it's a VERY TINY horse with butterfly wings! It looks at you, and snorts. You feel its breath on your cheek.
"!nisrop K'zarti. Yom Naomi. Vif alai? Vif !nikoh??? KZUP! K'zarti vif !nikoh!" She laughs.
"Oh? SORRY Wanderer! I was speaking Allorian on you, my native tongue. I was stating that you need water, you look thirsty."
You agree with her.
The little creature buzzes off your nose, and motions to follow. You do so, running after the purple winged mare. You come to a brook.
"You may drink here, K'zarti. I am Naomi, like I said before on Allorian. I'm a papillion, from Tir'na'bainne'gile'láir. We are said to be created by a magic flux. Males have dragonfly wings and females have butterfly wings." She flashes hers. "Nice no? But not nice enough to grab me a mate yet..." The papillion sighs.
You drink and listen, wondering about this land. Sure has chatty creatures.
"I'd better be off. Be seeing ya K'zarti!" She buzzes off before you can protest.
Here are Naomi's stats:
Name: Naomi (Ny-ohm-me)