You were wondering through the forest of Centopia. Tall deep blue-purple trees crowd you, the grass soft beneath your feet. You can occasionally spot a unicorn, but they usually just run off or leave you alone. You hear rustling in the tree branches above you and watch as Mo uses his wings to glide down through the air to land in front of you

Mo narrows his eyes suspiciously at the person ”I’m Mo, prince of Centopia. Who are you?” His gaze was filled with curiosity yet confusion and suspicion