Truly, there were no words to describe the sheer amazement that Niniane felt at this world; though it held less pure magic than her home, that did not make it any less beautiful in her eyes. Ni and her twin had been sent to Mystic Veil with a very strict purpose, yet Niniane could hardly focus on her task when her senses were consumed with so many new sounds and sights. Odd, you might say, and perhaps it was true. It wasn't as if the young Unicorn had not seen photographs and read all about the world she now inhabited in great tomes; but all of the words and images were nothing in comparison to being here.
Even Isa recognized her lack of attention and had permitted her to forgo the meeting with the gentleman who ran the Academy. With the deep connection she shared with her twin, it wasn't like she was missing out completely as there was no way to shut out the iron will of her sibling; through Isolde she was able to sense Ikaia as well. Barely seven hours on this plane and Niniane was already shirking her duties; there was a piece of her that was quite ashamed but it was so easily overcome by her bright curiosity.
Promising to not wander too far, the gentle Unicorn found herself amidst a great garden filled with color and scent and it reminded her of home in a small way; making her comfortable. Row after row she walked, her old-fashioned dress trailing behind her; delicate panels blowing in the soft wind. Niniane delighted at the range of colors and the sweet perfumes of the many flowers; it all brought a smile to her face. That smile faded to profound wonder as she circled a venerable old oak and caught sight of the boy who was reading quietly beneath a tree nearby.
Colpo di fulmine.
The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes with such power and intensity that it cannot be denied. A love so pure and true that you are forever changed.