Kreyu smiles softly at Shephard. She doesn't mind his language. "Elysium surprises even me from time to time," she admits.

"We're lucky that unicorn did not have a foal at its side, they can be quite aggressive when protecting their young." Kreyu extends her senses, looking for the road. "Ah, directly ahead, for once."

As they make their way forward, a large iridescent blue butterfly the size of Shephard's hand decides to ride along on his head. (If Kreyu's reaction is any indication, the gigantic butterfly is precisely what it looks like, and therefore harmless.)