You see a white flash as you are transported through the strange portal, and you soon find yourself rubbing your eyes. You're sitting, you realise, and under a tree of some kind. You glance up at the odd leaves. They are blue in color, some of them. Others are green, light purple, orange, and pink. You blink, rubbing your eyes at the odd sight.

A nice breeze blows by you and you suddenly realise how warm and calming it is here. You can hear birds singing softly a small way away, and the laughter of a small stream over some rocks farther off. It's calming, almost mgical in some way, but you seem alone. Not even Vaprrenon seems to be here. But, you're not complaining. This seems nice.

No sooner than when you close your eyes, you hear something in the tree just above you. You pay it no mind, half between asleep and awake, and do not even stirr when you hear the scratching of small, squirrel-like claws against the tree's bark.

A leaf drifts down gently from the limbs above and lands on your ose, tickling you. You force one eye open, then the other, as you blow the leaf away. You glance up, seeing a golden-furred creature above before a small nut, larger than an acorn and red in color, falls and hits you in the forehead.

You shout, sitting up immeditately, and rub the spot gently. You look up at the creature. It had seemed bigger before, but that was only because it had been on a branch about two feet form your face. It is actually the size of a chipmunk, though anything but that. It is a beautiful little creature, but you really don't know what to make of it.

"That is Serva," a soft voice says from behind. You spin around, expecting to see Vaprrenon, but instead see an elf, with dark red hair that is long on her right, short on her left. You stare blankly and the woman just smiles. She looks down and you follow with your eyes, seeing Vaprrenon's farmiliar tail swaying behind her. "You always seem to forget I'm not confied to one form," she says.

"This is Serva, a Ginnal from The Silver Unicorn." She smiles, knealing. You watch the small animal scurry down the tree, and over to Vaprrenon. It runs up her arm, seating itself on her shoudler and chittering softly as it gazes at you with its large, dark eyes.

You reach out to hesitantly pet the creature when another suddenly appears, scratching at your leg for you to pick it up. You blink, but then smile and comply, lifting the small critter into the cupped palms of your hands.

You nodd, and watch as the two on Vaprrenon begin to climb all around her, chasing one another as she laughs. "Playful little things," she comments with a broad smile, her arms up so as to not hit them as they ran about, clinging to her clothing. "Good thing I only adopted you three!" she says to them, "Or I would never be able to keep track of you all, you little rascals!"