Fau nui rint wu’fuint
Fli tyin
Vun rint

Un hal’Henni
Nui savan hal’Sana ui victir
Hu nui burge’t

Looking up at the skylands floating over their heads amongst the misty clouds, Christopher and Vix laid side-by-side in the luscious, green grass of the prosaic world below. As the gentle breeze rolled in from the mountains to the east, the skylands swayed gracefully with the wind before slowly drifting back to their original location. Vix rolled over onto her side and looked at Christopher, who was leaning back on both elbows and still studying the underside of the floating kingdom.