Sulime

You look up from the list, and say "I'd like to see Sulime. He's Ranga's, right?" Ranga nods and smiles, then takes out a small amulet. She closes her eyes, and mutters a soft word... The land around you swirls, dripping away like wet paint. You shut your eyes, a lurching sensation passes over you, and suddenly everything is still again. Opening your eyes cautiously, you peer around... This is the forest you were in before, but obviously a different part of it. The trees block most of the light, little sunlight filtering in to dance across the forest floor. There is no wind, and the air is warm and heavy. A small, iridecent green shape- Was it a faerie?- Darts across the forest floor, leaving a trail of golden dust in its wake. Small, bright eyes shine from the foilage, dissapearing whenever you look at them. The whole forest feels sleepy, friendly and serene.
"Linumbul Taure- the forest of dreams." Ranga's voice sounds from behind you. You turn to face her, and notice immediately that she has a semi-insane grin on her face. "Um.... Are you okay, Ranga?" She looks startled. "Certianly! I've never been better... oh, well. Sulime should be somewhere around here." The elf lifts her head, and howls. The sound is much like the one you heard on the beach earlier... An answering howl sounds. That one's EXACTLY like the one you heard earlier!
A familliar white animal suddenly crashes into the clearing. It starts towards Ranga, but then brings itself to an abrupt halt in front of you. The Ehcora turns his head towards you, and lowers it to your eye level. By now, you are terrified.

Suddenly, you hear a soft, apoligetic voice in your mind. I'm sorry I frightened you, traveller. I did not mean to. He bends his front legs, in what you realize is an Ehcora bow. After a few moments, you realize he is waiting for you to say something. "Oh- umm, it's okay. I guess- i just scare easy, you know... Hehehe.." You are becoming considerably less scared of the Ehcora. It bows again. I am Sulime, mate of Hisiereil. What are you called, traveller? You tell him your name, and he nods before trotting over to Ranga (who looks like she's trying not to laugh).
Ranga scratches Sulime's ear, while speaking to you: "Anywho, this is Sulime. He is, as he told you, the mate of Hisiereil, and too serious for his own good." The Ehcora gives an indignant snort at this, before allowing his chin to be scratched. "He's one of our best ehcora for riding, and one of the few that allow it." Sulime stands up a little straighter, obviously pleased. You stifle a giggle at his obvious pride. "He has air element powers, and powerful ones at that. he can call up a storm, controll the winds, and fly. As should be obvious, seeing as he has wings. He frequents the cliffs and the forests most often, though he allso wanders around the beach occasionally. His and Hisiereil's den is in the cliffs, though. Would you like to go see Hisiereil? She's expecting cubs soon." Sulime now looks proud enough to burst. You suppress your laughter, and nod. "Sure! Does she have wings also?" Ranga shakes her head. "No, the den is reachable from a path down the cliffs. i can take you there now, or back home, whichever you wish."