You trot down to the crystal clear pool of water, your heart
thumping with excitement. Soon you'll be able to meet a unicorn! Within
moments you catch up to 
Kalika,
who smiles at you. 'Rikale is bringing out the head pair of
the herd. They will introduce you to the others. Patience,
now!' she tells you, laughing. You shift from foot to foot,
as Kalika lectures you on unicorn behaviour.
'Unicorns are very playful creatures,' she explains, 'but as much as they frolic, they never lose their sense of dignity. You will want to treat the head stallion and his mate with particular courtesy. Mander has a temper. As for the others, they are calm enough, but they still will get upset if you offend them in the least, or their mate. So remember to be polite!' You nod in agreement; unicorns have sharp horns!
After an eternity of waiting (or so it seems) Rikale appears out of the meadow. Behind her is a glorious yellowish-orange creature. He is tall, taller than a normal horse, with extra height from his long horn. Sunlight glistens off of his brown mane and tail, making them look like burnished bronze. You gasp at his beauty as he approaches you hesitantly.
'Hello,' he says softly in a voice like the deep bellow of hounds, the cry of the hunt. 'I am Mander. This is my herd.' He bows his graceful head towards you, and you bow in return. Mander snorts in amused surprised. 'Well well, it has manners. Very well, you may meet the rest of my herd, starting with my mate Saragonia.'
A lovely, graceful creature peeks out from behind Mander. You marvel at her delicate beauty as she steps forward, prodded by her mate. She dips her head in a bow towards you and speaks in a gentle voice like wind whispering through the trees. 'Greetings, human. I am the first mare of the herd. My name, as my mate has told you, is Saragonia. Welcome to our home.'
You smile in delight at the unicorn pair and approach them slowly. They quiver a bit, but stand still. You step up to Saragonia and gently stroke her muzzle. She tenses, then relaxes, leaning into the caress. Mander walks towards you, apparently wanting some attention of his own. You grin and run your hand over his silky hide. Suddenly the unicorns snort and, kicking up their heels, run head-long into the meadow. Laughter floats back to you on the wind.
'Come with us,' Mander calls back to you. 'We will take you to the rest of the herd. Who do you wish to see?'
