A shadows falls over your head. Youlook up in time to see a small unicorn, wings spread hight, fly over you and land in front of you. His hooves are even-toed like a deer's; he las a long, flowing tail, a smooth silvery horn and two huge wings. Two twists of his forelock has been braided, withm pearly beands hung on the ends. His body is as white as frost in a snowstorm. He twists around to face you, and does a quick, nervous bow.

:Hello! I am Skylin. It's a pleasure to meet you. It used to be we didn't see many people, but here, at the pasture, there are almost always people in sight.:

He ducks suddenly, body tense, then relaxes. :Sorry; I don't think and of the Valley-born unicorns are quite used to seeing so many dragons. I have a feeling it'll be quite a while before I won't be tensing up every time I see one. Someday I'll get the courage to go exploring the weyrs; maybe even meeting a few dragons. But right now I think not.:

He dips his head and prances. :I'd love to show you an airial view of the Weyr, but I don't think my back would support you. I never grew quite as large as some of the other unicorns did. That's okay- I can outmauever all of them, one of the few advantages!: