You walk into yet another glade. Inness says, in a very happy voice, "This is the glade reserved for a Neevia. A neevia is a close relative of the cypris (i hope to get a cypris as well, but for now there are no eggs left). They are large hoofed mammels with a build like a gazelle. They are herd animals that feed mainly on vegetation. They lay from 4-36 eggs per clutch. That is what Lythe told me. I hope that I will get one!" You smile and walk back into the forest.






One day you walk back into the glade. There's Inness, on her hands and knees, staring at something blue and round with an expression of intense joy. "Oh," she says," My little Neevia egg has come! Hooray!" And with that she stands up and dances around the room. You laugh, and walk over to a sign tacked on a tree. It reads:


"Neevia Glade.
Neevia's Caretaker: Inness
Neevia's Name: Undecided
Neevia's Age: Egg

You walk back in about a month later. Inness is on her hands and knees again, but this time you see something furry! "Oh hooray!" Inness is smiling with glee as she pets the furry pink thing. "My neevia hatched! It's a pink female foal named Trillia. Isn't she beautiful?" You nod, and come to pet her.

You walk in again in three months. Trillia is grazing delicately, and lifts her head to acknowledge your presence. She is older now, and even more poised and lovely. She darts off to play with her things, and you walk out of the glade.

You walk back in, having not been to see Trillia in some time. You are astonished to see how big she's become. She's a delicate, lovely adult now, and she blinks her pretty eyes at you and steps away into the trees shelter.