There is a foal. A unicorn foal that seems to have been born the eve Nerium gave herself to the forest. It does not fear her. It seems to recognize her as a part of its home, as natural and unoffensive as the trees and flowers that line the woods.

The woods look different now. No longer deep and imposing, promising the foreboding of dark magic, instead it shines with lush beauty, babbling streams and sunlight which pours down between the leaves in golden rays. Outside the world has returned to the mundane, but here the wild magic of olde reigns.

Nerium crouches in one of these sun patches, dark hair reflecting unexpected streaks of light as she holds her palm out to the unicorn foal. It greedily licks at the sugar cubes she offers, flipping its tail in happiness until the stranger is detected. The unicorn stiffens, frozen in fear. Nerium too is momentarily startled, still unused to needing use natural senses to detect others.

She gently pats the foals head and inches forward towards the trees where the figure stands. It takes a few moments in the glare of the sun to realize who it is, but once she does,

"Joel. Welcome." Nerium greets him with a smile, holding her palm back out to the unicorn to let it know that it is safe. "It is beautiful, is it not?"