A flash of black and white, another painted unicorn you assume idly. "Greetings outlander." An icy voice says. Turning to look, it's something else that vaguely resembles one. You stare at him curiously. "From the stunned expression on your face it is safe to assume you've scarcely seen one as me before. I am Zeminit, one of the first zebacorns to leave our homeland." As you process that information, he eyes you critically. "Not a painted unicorn as you could have thought, though I do have that blood in my background."

Faintly, you remember Cora'verana mentioning zebracorns. Zeminit looks you in the eye. "My grandson resides here as well, and you'll find he bears a remarkable resemblance to Trial-- Latish." His tone of voice drops a few more degrees. "You'll see... Now watch your step. Ire has such a bad temper." You give him a puzzled look at that last bit of information.

A large zebracorn stallion stomps up and glares at you angrily. Perhaps you disturbed whatever he was doing? Looking around frantically, you try to figure out why he's so upset. Oh.... ah? Ahh! At your feet are the smashed bits of some kind of plant. Very carefully you step off of it, apologizing all the while.

"That, interloper, was a plant I had been cultivating." He gives a snort. "I won't thank you for destroying it though." Stomping one giant hoof on the ground, he leans over and eyes what's left of the plant. "Perhaps I'll be able to salvage something of it..." Hastily, you move on.