The unicorn sets off up the hill, at a gentle, easy walk, almost an amble. The woods around them grow lighter, the trees thinning out as they approach the crest of the hill.

At the top, the unicorn pauses, looking out over a valley laid out below, a lush, green place with trees and banks of wildflowers, glowing in the sunlight, a river winding away from them. In the distance, a castle can be seen on another hill, its spires rising toward the flawless blue sky overhead.