The Heartwood Oh, hey mom. I had the craziest dream! I was the unicorn wizard.

Oh, he greets her with such joy; she is overwhelmed, suddenly, and feels her tail beat at her hocks. You know I wander, my son, she whispers, grinning through the haze of sentiment. I always have. Have you followed me down that road? Megara asks, gaze drinking him in.

The perfect Melonii. Sleek and dark, with indigo eyes. She and Mondrar had done well, she notes, pride filling her from nose to toes.

But where are his siblings? Perhaps he does not even know, and she is afraid to ask.