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A grey and white tail was high in the air as Zecora was bent over looking through a bush. "No, this will not do," the zebra faun spoke to herself in a thick accent as she tossed a rotten fruit over her shoulder. She shook her head in disappointment before continuing her search, rummaging through the plant for a fruit in better shape

Zecora was on one of her usual pilgrimages into the forest looking for different plants and herbs to use in her remedies. She was still learning and getting used to the different variety of plants that were native to this isle, but at the moment, she was merely looking for something to satisfy the growl in her stomach.

The female tossed one more fruit over her shoulder before discovering a good looking fruit and taking a bite out of it as she stood back up to her full height. "Ah, at last," she sounded satisfied. As soon as she finished this fruit she would go back to looking for herbs, fill her basket, and head back to the tree.

Zecora's ears flicked at the slight sound that the leaf wings made as they cut through the wind and then stop. Her eyes shifted suspiciously, as if waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. "Didn't your motha' ever teach you it's not polite to stare?" Zecora asked of the stranger, but she did not know if it was creature or pae. Her voice did not sound angry or upset though, more playful. Zecora took another bite of the piece of fruit as her head turned to look around her.

Zecora was intrigued and surprised when a voice responded to her question, she had not been sure what to expect if she was honest with herself. "Interesting. I suppose that explains why she didn't teach you anything den." Zecora responded with a hearty laugh. She turned, looking around her. As she did, her ears, adapted for listening for forest predators, flicked listening for any sound that might clue her in about who she was talking to. "Are you going to hide all day? I must admit, it feels like I am talking to myself. Though... this is not unusual."

Zecora smiled and laughed. "Sometimes, I think out out loud," the zebra explained to the stranger. Her ear flicked again as it was tugged on and she looked at the stranger. "Ah, so you are real after all!" she teased. "It is said, beauty is in de eye of de beholder." She mentioned in response to his greeting. Zecora had a sly smile, she appreciated the complement. "You can call me Zecora, if you prefer, what may I call you, Stranger?" she asked the male with a tilt of her head. She studied him carefully as he landed in front of her. He almost had stripes like her. It had been a long time since she had been among her own kind, yet he was not her kind.

Zecora's grin and eyes lit up, this male was wise with words as well. "Enki, it is good to meet you as well. Your words are wise and true." Zecora caught a small glimpse of the wings as he fluttered them. The deep green and leafy texture... Zecora stretched her neck to get a better look at the wings of her new, tall friend. "Are you plant or pae, my friend? This is very curious indeed." Zecora mused as her head bobbed up and down and from side to side to get a better look.

"I be the last one to judge you." Zecora tried to recover from her err when she realized her statement had caused him discomfort. "I was once an outsider too, I know what it is like to be diff-a-rent." She continued, "Where I come from most recently, it is odd to have stripes. You are no stranger to stripes, I see. Our differences are what make us special, and I can tell that you are truly special Enki." Zecora hoped her monologue would help the male feel better, he was truly unique and beautiful.

"I am a distant relative of a faun such as your father... but does your faun father have a cutie mark? I have not seen a cutie mark except on other fauny like me before..." Zecora said as she noted the cutie mark on his flank. She was still curious about the wings... but she would have to find out more about them later.

Zecora slowly nodded her head, happy that he understood what she had been getting at. The female put a hand to her forehead and and her lips parted slightly. "Of course, my apologies." She should have known that even if someone out here had a cutie mark, they might not call it the same thing. "The mark there." Zecora pointed at his upper leg and then pointed to the spiral sun on hers.

"The fauny all have marks on their flanks. We call dem cutie marks. You get your mark when you find what makes you special." Zecora finished up her piece of fruit before setting it on the ground in hopes that a new plant would someday grow in its place.