Two stallions, seemingly in calm repose, lie just off the trail. The slimmer of them startles at your footsteps and hastily stands up. He eyes you cautiously before taking a few steps back.

The other merely lifts his head up to first look at the slimmer stallion, then to glance at you. He nickers softly; reassuringly. But you can't quite figure out if it's for the other stallion, himself, or for you. Or maybe it was for all three.

"Sella. Peace." The stallion still on the ground greets you. "I'm Cyrtino, and my skittish friend there is Hala'chirinien. But he's better known as Chir." At his name the slimmer stallion comes closer, and it's then you realize that he's much older then you had initially thought him to be.

Cyrtino stretches a bit. "We originally came from seperate realms, but when they vanished we were left to wander alone. And eventually we were able to find our ways here."

Chir lowers his head sadly as Cyrtino pauses. "It was more difficult for Chir-- He lived with his mother and they were quite close. Good old Iava'eilli is his father's brother, so he does what he can. But it'd likely be awhile before Chir is back to his curious self."