Faliverana. The name whipers itself into your mind as you walk slowy, wonderingly. You're no longer looking for any of the others; by now you know that you are past the realms of serians, rinnacles, pialwae, and radiyans. Which lands you're entering is beyond you, but there is a feel of great magic, something that's greatly enhanced by the breeze carried thought.
As you move on you notice the land tilting, the leaves thinning until there appeared a great medow before you. Near the center of this meadow the branches can't reach across to filter the sunlight. In the center of that merry patch is the most wonderous thing; a real unicorn. She's beautiful white and blond, and the breeze that carriea her magic to you plays gently with her main, flicking her tail in silken ribbons.
"Hello traveler," she laughs, her voice so much like a singing breeze. "What brings you here?"
"Sights and beauties that will fover color my dreams," you whisper, and laugh gaily as you hear the poetry her very presence gives you. "I would love if you would add color to them as well, great lady."
With a merry laugh, the unicorn welcomes you into her lighted area, and both of you watch the play of light on shadow, eyes glinting as birds soar above. With a playfull flick of her tial at you, the mare moves swiftly and places you squarly on her back as she cries out, "Faliverana carries you now, weary child!" With that you dash away into the trees, turning you face upwards with each patch of sky that shows through the trees to laugh into the breeze. Oh, such magic is this!!
As you move you see several creatures in the blur that passes, many of which you know, but one in partucultare stands out. It's rather odd, and you can only remember seeing such a thing once before, back in the serian's area. If memory serves, they're called rinnacle. The two from before were rather sleepy and lazy, though this one.....this one seems to glow with the magic of this wonder you ride, and for a few paces it chases you both in a race before falling back to dash to the right. You can't help but imagine that the small miracle is now feasting rather royally.