You appear in yet another meadow but you are instantly face-to-face with a zebra...no, not a zebra. The equine is far too delicate to be a zebra. It snorts and backs up, pawing at the earth with tuft-covered hooves.
Translation: Breaking of the Moonlit Ice
You also back up, trying to calm the creature down by showing you don't intend on approaching it. The mare blinks and relaxes a little, reaching down to take a mouthful of grass before she watches you again. You both stare at each other for some time until finally the mare turns and flees for the safety of a nearby stand of trees.
You shrug and look around, seeking movement of another of the Amanayrs kind. You are rewarded by a stallion with orange and reddish coloration, bearing a rose in his jaws. He o.O;s and looks around, probably for the mare, and snorts. Poor guy. He sniffs the air, then turns on a hoof and heads towards where the mare fled to, mane and tail fluffing and bouncing with his movements.
As the other amanayr leaves, two more amanayrs able into view. One is an emerald green stallion and the other a fluffy white mare with speckles. They're chatting about something in a foreign tongue, completely oblivious to your presence.
They don't really see you at all, so you don't get a proper greeting from either. Instead, you watch them walk away, admiring their colorful coats.
The City of Shar