Up above, the shadow of a large flying creature fell over the crystal trees as a massive kalangitan came in. On its back there was a girl looking over the side, taking in the view of Vada from above. The slow, steady flapping of its wings created strong updrafts that kept them aloft. Seeing one of these majestic creatures outside of its natural habitat was rare, as it was difficult to bring or even capture beasts from Bakulaw. As the rainbow rivers of the valley were in sight, the sunlight became warmer, softer. Chrys looked up at the clouds, rubbing her eyes. Somehow the skies looked gentler. Did the clouds always look so round and fluffy? It was beautiful weather, for flying and otherwise. With her hands on the kalangitan's back, she could feel its muscles relax a little. This was something she'd never felt before.
"Let's land–slowly. There's a safe spot on that area right before the forest over there." She told the Bakulaw beast, and it began to gradually descend. The trees here were more like sculptures, so it wasn't safe for it to land anywhere else. Slight shaking told her that they were now on solid ground, and the girl slid off the winged beast's back. Shading her eyes, she had her hood pulled up but now it had fallen down, revealing long golden hair tied up in a ponytail. "Here we are, the heart of the Himiria Scar. Mother came here once with Uncle Walter. She said the crystals for the greenhouse's new river came from here. It really does look the same, but a thousand times bigger." Patting the side of the kalangitan's head, she went to explore the place.
It was like the inside of a large geode–the plants here were all made of crystals of many colors. It was strange how they could grow, if they weren't really plants. She went up to one tree, and put her ear against the trunk. "Hello?" She asked aloud. "Hmm, I don't think I hear anything. Is it really a plant then?" She could hear the voices of plants ever since she was little. First it started with singing along with the roses, and then talking to the vegetables in the garden. Her brothers couldn't hear them, but her mother told her what she could do was very special. Walking deeper into the forest, the crystal canopy above glittered like the streets of Sularia. It was just like that fairy-tale she read with her brother's friends, the one where twelve princesses stole away in the night to dance in a place with trees that had leaves made from pure silver and gold. Everything here was so pretty!
Even the ground sparkled, like fairy dust. Rainbow birds sang and flew by, catching her by surprise. This place was so magical, you could feel it in the air. Taking a slender branch from an amethyst tree that had topaz blue leaves, she began humming a song as she walked deeper into the dream-like valley.
'All that is gold does not glitter, not all who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.'