You gaze in amazement at the ground before you.
Pools of water in all shapes and sizes are arranged around you. Tiny geysers burst every few minutes, showering the grass with water. And it's very hot water, too, you notice when one erupts only a few feet away.
All of the ponds are connected with rivulets a few inches wide, and they are fed by one thing: a hotspring in the center of the formation. You walk over to examine it.
It's beautiful. Rocks and flowers surround it, giving an artistic sense to the thing. You reach down to sample the heat when something catches your eye.
In the center of the spring, two firey-colored blotches float. If not for their conspicuity, you doubt you would have seen their owner at all.
Tiny red eyes in a pure white face peek above the surface, watching you silently. When they see you looking back, they narrow.
"Dyrat!" the samanayr exclaims as it leaps gracefully out of the water. Shaking his coat like a dog, he glares at you. "Stupid humans, always coming to y'ruin a good time in the hotspyring."
Name: Falling of Celestial Flames
Gender: Stallion
Song: Song of the Frozen Flame
Sire: Fire of the Falling Skies
Dam: Sky with Spanning Rainbow
Birth-Song: Rainbow II
Species: Samanayr
Your brow furrows a bit, for his accent was an odd one; you'd never heard it before. It was understandable, though.
"Well, I'm sorry," you say. "But you can't really expect my to know that you were here..."
He rolls his eyes and snorts, as if the comment weren't worthy of a response. But his expression just reminds you of your brother when he can't think of a good comeback.
After a moment of silence, you decide to introduce yourself. Maybe he'll get a bit friendlier.
Much to your surprise, he does. "I am Falling of Celestial Flames," he says once you've told him who you are.
You grin at him. "Nice to meet you," you say, scooting a bit closer to the hotspring. "I'm a guest here, so I'm not too familiar with anything." You study him for a minute. "But you were fostered out, right? You'll be here for good?"
His face hardens as you near his spring, and his answer is stiff. "Yes."
"Then I'll have to come back sometime. To see how you're doing. If you don't mind, that is..."
"No need foyr you to come back."
You look at him, startled. "Oh. Then... I guess I'll be going."
You start to stand and brush yourself off. But not before you casually try to dip your hand in his spring, just to see how it feels--
"No!" he cries out angrily. "Don't touch my hotspyring!" And, before you know it, he's charged. As you hurriedly get off his land, you can't help but think indignantly that he's awfully paranoid about his spring.
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