*His white mane and tail flow in the gentle breeze, and he gazes up at the wonderful scepter, awed by it's beauty. He looks at the lion and unicorn head, recalling that the queen and king of Kaintainea were a lion and a unicorn themselves. He slowly approaches it, and instinctively bows. He takes a few more steps forward, then stretches out his neck and takes it in his mouth, handling it carefully so that no harm would come to it. He then turns and canters gracefully away, taking the scepter back with him, to where it belonged.*
