Laelanith walks over to a pure white rose, and gently ran her finger along the stem. Sighing in disappointment, since her world did not have any white roses, not like this one. Looking around, she walks to the edge of the platform, and looks down, shaking her head in disbelief, and says, "It would be nice to find a world that looked believable. This is amazing to be sure, but not very real.<br/><br/>Looking around for a path, or some such she asks, "If this realm is part imagination and nonsense, does that mean we fly to get around?"<br/><br/>She tries to will herself into the air, wondering if she was just being foolish.