The blue tint Unicorn enterd with caution, tilting his held from side to side, showing his youth of only 3.
The wind caught his main and let the silken locs brush his neck. The Crystle Horn on his fore head suported his beauty and grace. He directed it to the sun, letting a ray of beautiful rainbow crystles dance aross the path before him.
Zen as what he was called throw his head up in a joy, and the younge stallion picked forth a trot along the path.
