A warmth fills you as you enter Shangri-la. The place fills you with tranquility, as if there is nothing to worry about.

You sigh.

"It's lovely here." you whisper dreamily.

Two angelic ponies napping catches your eye. Basking in the warmth, they look content, as their wings flutter once and a while. You notice there are two: a pinkish one, and a bluish one.

Yawning, you fight the urge to lay on a fluffy cloud and fall asleep. You decide to go back.

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"Wow ..." you say, unable to speak. "There was two ponies this time, with cute markings on their hide."

"Yes, Frost and Watermelon. Their markings represent their affiliation to Shangri-la." Cindra replied.

"They look comfortable." You remark, still gazing up at them.

"Ummhmm ... where to next?"