@regentoftwilight | starter.
The unicorn had had to stop and stare for a moment. Stock still in the cover of the trees, she watched the stranger, the horned beast so different and yet so like herself as they wandered. This was her forest, she had left it only the twice, once to find the others, and once to bring the man she loved to peace. And yet, she had never seen another unicorn who looked quite like this newcomer.
All the others, the ones from the sea, where Haggard had kept them, they had been the colour of the purest moonlight, the whitest seafoam, like herself. But the stranger was different, so very different, yet her horn put her apart from a mere horse. Or was it a trick? Some magic like that placed on herself when she had been caged for that short time, placed there to fool?
She said nothing as she moved closer, but did not try to conceal herself at the same time. If this were just a horse, she would know soon enough. And if this were a unicorn, she would know that too.
