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The two portal asrire--one blue, one red--stand grazing in the field you step into. When you shut the door behind you, they both turn questioningly in your direction. You can see a faint bit of annoyance in the female red's gaze.   "Hi," you say, and introduce yourself. You try to sound casual, but you're not sure you had much success. The blue stallion gives you a "don't-worry" grin before stating, "Greetings. I'am Pastel Fortune, leader and founder the the Tarsuinn of Youthful Spirits. This is Autumn's Fire." He nods at his companion. You study him. Somehow, he doesn't really seem like the leader type, though you have to think a second to find exactly why. He just seems so much less serious than you'd think a leader would be. His tarsuinn's name, "Youthful Spirits," fits well. You blink when you realize you're being spoken to. Autumn's Fire completes her sentence with "meet them," and looks at you expectantly. You're forced to answer with an ignorant, "What?" She rolls her eyes with an irritated snort, and you notice the warrior's mark on her face. You probably shouldn't stick around... Pastel Fortune casts a sidelong glance at Autumn. "She was just saying that Midnight Magic and Silent Sorrow are that way," he tells you, raising a sharp hoof to point. "Two mares. And, just to let you know, they don't talk much--you'll have to start the conversation if you expect to get to know them." "Thanks," you reply with a smile, and off you go. You didn't really want to stick around that mare. Onward
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