You hear a strange, haunting tune sung not in words, but in tone. As you draw nearer, you notice a unicorn seems to be the source of the song. he looks very much like a unicorn from a tapestry with her tufted tail and seashell horn. Her mane is short and silky but slightly tangled. As she sees you approaching, the words of the song whisper in your head as well:

:The stories are woven
and fortunes are told
The truth is measured by the weight of your gold
The magic lies scattered
on rugs in the ground
Faith is conjured in the night market's sound:

Finally, you approach her close enough that you can feel the warmth of her body and she quiets down.

:It's a human song. We're all from the Dream, you know, even those from Savine, although they themselves may not realize it.:

"What are you talking about?" You ask her.

:That's why there were so many problems. When a creature forgets who they were, what they were once part of, there is an emptiness they can't explain. That's why there were wars betwixt humans when they were from Savine. But why they disappeared all so quickly, I can't explain.:

"Please explain what you are talking about!" You say in annoyance.

:What? Oh. You're still here. The Dream, my child. It is the source of all on Savine. It is what drives us all and it was the beginning. I do not know why Savine somehow separated itself from the Dream. Still, it is not entirely separate. That is clear in the fact that every human, of what are they have left, do dream themselves. A few have a close enough connection that they too can gain powers from the Dream itself. Tala is one and she is in Alsan Weyr now with us, although all of Alsan Weyr now resides in the Dream proper instead of Savine, where it once stayed.:

"Oh," you say, still not quite sure of what she's talking about. She watches you carefully for a minute, and then brushes you with the tip of her horn. It leaves a tingling sensation on your skin.

:Someday perhaps you'll understand.: