A long walk is what you need, and a long walk is what you get. Slowly your head clears and it's then you realize where you are. Beautiful. There's lots of little pale flowers peaking out from the thick grasses. So much that it looks like someone scattered flower petals all around you.

Woosh. A dark mare twirls nearby, her wavy mane swirling around her like the skirts of dancers. She gives no hint at all if she notices you or not, too caught up in a song only she can hear. Swirl, swirl, swirl- black and red are all that you can discern as the unheard melody takes her farther and farther away from you.

Letting out the breath you didn't realize you were holding, you wonder who that was. Hm?! A soft touch and you turn to see the same mare smiling down at you. "The name's Mori'mirithin, or simply Mori." She nudges you gently and you see a stallion.

A dark form, black and red, twirls before you in graceful movements. Coal-like eyes meet yours for the barest of moments, the least of any acknowledgements. He dances with an unseen partner -- or maybe to a partner only he can see instead. Whatever may be the case you simply watch him as one does entranced.

After a minute, or maybe an hour, he stops and turns to greet you. At his smile you tell yourself that this stallion has to be Mori's son. He just has to be. "Sella. Did you like my dance? I was thinking of my Klis.." A far away look appears in his eyes. "She's simply beautiful, an angel." The look in his eyes deepens, and he begins to dance away from you. A quick turn back. "I'm Mirith, by the way. If you wanted to know."

It's a very long walk, so long that you wonder if there were anymore inhabitants around, before you spy another painted unicorn. It's a very slim stallion, reminding you of Mirith. He's rather graceful, proudly carrying a perfect rose. Quickly you look around and find a few deep red roses growing. Strange, the way roses grew in the unicorns' meadow.

"Sella." A single greeting before he winks at you and dances away. Your lips twitch in amusement, the stallion is definately related to Mori and Mirith. With a sigh you take a closer look at the rose bushes growing. And there, carved into a rock, is a little phrase. 'Garden of Rin.' Rin.. wasn't that the Gavanian word for love? Chuckling lightly, you look at the two paths before you.