These two creatures were at the moment waiting in a clearing that seemed aglow with vitality. The tree trunks were stout and robust. The vegetation was lush and vibrant. Even the grass had a sweet and refreshing scent. Nearby was a crystal clear pond. As beautiful as this place was, the only living things there, besides the trees and plants, was the unicorn and the gryphon. There were no insects, twittering birds, nor little animals scampering around the underbrush. There was also no fish in the pond. It was if this place was sacred and inviolable. The auras of the two creatures fed into this as if making it more so. Though any sense of sacredness was shattered the moment they spoke.
