You are walking around the pasture, enjoying the knee-high praire grasses and wildflowers. It's about midday and although the heat is a little much, the slight northern breeze tempers it somewhat, leaving your skin slightly chilled and slightly hoverheated at tyhe same time. A small fire lizard appears from behind you, whings sloftly whirring as he swivels around you to get a look at you. His deep ocean blue wings and tail fade into a lighter blue-gray as the hue meets his body. His eyes are green. He is flying backwards- or was, you notice, as he stops and does not budge from your path. In curiousity you peer behind him, where a young mare stands, four hooves placed gently on the ground. With a flutter of wings the fire-lizard retreats to her shoulder.

Her four hooves are small and pointed, like a deers, but each one with a silvery shine. Her fur is warm and velvety, and her mane is like an untangled mass of silk. Two wings, large and feathered, strech out to either side of her. And poking out between her forelock is a smooth, mother-of peral-colored horn. Her head is held high and proud.

"Hello," she says to you. "I am Crystana, and my fire-lizard here is named Ikenten. I was the first winged unicorn in the meadow."

She says the last proudly, showing of each of her pale, feathered wings. Her left foreleg shifts so that only the tip of her foot is touching the floor.

:My parents, Zylin and Dayla, were both winged as well. Most unicrons can grow wings if they want to, but that's not the same as having wings naturally. The only other unicron here with wings is Skylin, my brother."

"Where are you from?" you ask.

"The Silver Unicorn. I'm not allowed to tell you exactly where- you have to prove yourself worthy by finding the exact location yourself."