You nod.  "Valleys seem to be nice places for a unicorn to run through." You walk for the path confidently, the lady close behind, but slow once you've entered the fog.  You feel her hand grasp your arm and pull you along softly.  You go willingly, your visibility limited to absolutely nothing.  You have to wonder, since sight is no longer an option, how the lady is guiding you.  You're about to ask, if nothing more than to break the silence, when you find yourself standing in the open with the sun shining down.

It is pleasantly warm.  You stand on the rim of a deep valley, the path winding down a gentle slope to the bottom.  A flock of birds flies from a distant bush down below, and a herd of deer graze in the shadows of a copse of trees.

You turn to the lady.  "Are there any dangerous beasts here?"

She smiles a bit.  "No," she answers simply.  "But there is another reason why the uniocrn only visits this place."

You glance from the valley to the lady.  "Only visits?  You mean I will not find her here?  Why?"  The valley seemed to be the perfect place for a unicorn, to your mind.  She says nothing, starting down into the valley with you following.

She motions to the land and stops near the copse of trees.  "It is much too open for her tastes.  She needs hiding places."  You watch as the deer scent you and bound away.

You nod, absorbing what she says before something else strikes you about her words.  "Her?" you ask.  "The unicorn is female?"

"Indeed so," the Elven woman agrees.  "And such a mare as she never lived."  Her eyes, strange as the one who owned them, sparkled in unheard laughter.

The odds are not great for me to meet this mare here, you decide firmly.  "Where else may I look for her?"  It feels different to say "her," you note.

She smiles and leads you on down the path.  You enter the copse of trees, a rather large wooded area, and find yourself at another set of crossroads and mist.  The signs state:  "To the mountains," "To the plains," and "To the ocean."