You follow the small path until you get to another meadow. This one is smaller than the others, with one small lake and a couple of trees.
There was a rustle in front of you, and a large unicorn leaped out of the grass, landing right in front of you.
"Sella li traveler! I'm Quanta, Perspective. I know what it means now, but it's far too complicated to explain it." He grins.
You were about to say something until you felt a little bit of weight on your sholder. You looked, and there was a small horse with dragonfly wings! It neighed and flew to Quanta, landing on his back.
"That's Mallon", Quanta said, "a chrysalis stallion. He doesn't talk much, he's very shy."
*Mallon neighed again and flew off. Suddenly you heard a rustle behind you, and prepared to be pounced on. A few minutes passed, and nothing happened. You relaxed, a bit confused that a small filly didn't come and pounce on you. Quanta laughed.*
"Time has passed, traveler, and my little Risil grew. She has her own meadow now, over there." He nods to a smaller meadow next to his. "It's been rather quiet since she's left, but we'll get used to it." He seems a bit sad, after all, his daughter did grow up and didn't need him anymore. "So, would you like to see our scrap book?"
You nod, and followed Quanta to a large tree. Two pieces of paper hung on the tree. They read:
