Even as thin sooty lips parted to reply with her name, the effervescent chestnut’s voice burst again from his grinning jaws and lean, gangly legs propelled his awkward mass forward through the timber. “Oh my!” she gasped, a smile (tinged with surprise), rising through her demure expression. The other soon slowed however, to a pace all three would undoubtedly find more relaxing. Africa stepped quietly behind, guiding the paler stallion along the littered path which wound towards home. Long ears swivelled to note each murmur ushered by creatures bothered by the Unicorn’s frivolity, though she was not so disgruntled – his unbridled enthusiasm was a welcome contrast to the woe-riddled creatures that more often traipsed this wilderness.

“I’m Africa.” She mentioned humbly once they were set in their journey, turning to the white stallion with a smile. “Where have you come from?” The one-winged mare was ever curious about the lands beyond Helovia (the lore closer to home also), and asked often those whom she came across, so that she might in turn be able to weave their experience into fable later on. She fell silent for much of the remaining walk, content just to listen, or if Arrane felt less incline to talk, soak up the pleasant ambience surrounding.

They passed through the last of thinning trees just as rock became the platform for their stride, and pale eyes looked quickly for the cascade of water, spilling down the jagged face of sheer cliff. It was both a relief and thrill to come upon it – Africa preferred not to stray too far from the safety of the borders, though returning to such a marvel after any time spent away was a blessing indeed. It fed her curiosity and her fascination with the natural world, and as the furious roar rose to greet them (mist billowing forward to embrace their arrival), slim, heavy ears pitched forward eagerly.

Kipling turned gracelessly to find them, and the proud glint in his rich bronze gaze drew an affectionate smile through her expression. “Its true,” Africa revealed, just as the stallion whirled from their sight through the frothing, white curtain, and she laughed amusedly – the sound blending with the shrill of his cheer. “Come through, Arrane.” Her tone was soft, though still loud enough to breech the noise of the water, and inviting. Long legs motioned forward and she emerged quickly, saturated, out into the light-filled cave on the other side. Velvet nose reached to brush against the horned stallion’s should he allow the friendly gesture, before she turned to welcome the white through.