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There has never been a time without unicorns. We live forever! We are as old as the sky, old as the moon! We can be hunted, trapped; we can even be killed if we leave our forests, but we do not vanish. Am I truly the last?

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Fun fact: The group of people that animated this would eventually go on to make up the bulk of the company we now know and love as Studio Ghibli.

#wysandra #she does look like this ty B) <3

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||Puppy Playtime|| @Neva

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Dis happily climbed onto the gorgeous woman’s lap, settling herself down for the hugs and being petted that always came from playing with unicorns. “I’m called Dis! What are you called? I bet you’re called something really nice and pretty.”

"She’s someone I’ve known since she was a gixie. We’re not blood related, but our parents are friends. When Mum was…" Tesni swallowed, the nostalgia she was being made to feel causing painfully bittersweet memories to swim past her vision for a moment. "Before she was killed Mum was best friends with Dis’ mum."

"Ohhhh like how my people have to hide in their lagoons most of the time so they don’t get hurt or abused!" Dis smacked her little fist down on the palm of her hand, wondering why she hadn’t thought of that. In the next second though, she became once more confused. "But if it’s so dangerous here in the human world, why don’t you just live in the Sidhe? There are lots of Unicorns there!"

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Wysandra snuggled the child and found her hands petting her hair without hesitation. "I'm Wysandra." She brushed a glance of her magics over the child. So the older girls were right: something was a little out of place. Her eyebrows arched slightly in puzzlement, but she glanced up at Tesni and gave her a calm, soothing look. She could vaguely feel the recoiling danger in Neva and the pain in Tesni, and she reached a hand over to a plate of cookies on her desk. "Do you girls want cookies?"

But she continued to think past her bubbly emotions from being in the range of what was essentially unicorn-nip, and turned her eyes to her bookshelf. "Your friend is under a very odd magic. I've not seen its like before, to tell you the truth, and I can tell you that my magic is unable to lift it. Neva, be a dear and give me that book on the third row. The leatherbound with gold inlay. It's very old, so do be careful."

She resumed entertaining the child, Dis, with a darling smile and a cookie in her hand. "Oh, so you're descended from merfolk? How pleasant. But I enjoy the realm of humans too much to ever leave it. That way I can see darling little ones like you and spoil you rotten. Do you want a cookie?" Her eyelashes batted in a practically mothering way.

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Upon hearing they were welcome, Dis immediately let go of Neva and Tesni’s hands to push the door open and bound inside. “Hi there pretty lady!” She came up to Wysandra’s desk and peeked her little pigtailed head over the top, beaming innocently.

Tesni followed behind, deciding she’s let Neva explain what they needed. For all the wolf’s tendency to become tense in front of Professor Wysandra, she would probably still have an easier time of it then Tesni, who was right now trying to deal with the unicorn charm washing over her. The feelings it brought never sat that well with her, because she knew they weren’t her own doing.

"Are you really a Unicorn? You’re pretty like a Unicorn but you don’t have a horn! Are you hiding it?" Dis didn’t know why anyone would hide horns if they had them. She’d always wanted to have horns. Horns were cool.

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Wysandra smiled in delight. The child was precious, and the youthful grin was enough to send a surge of energy through Wysandra that was rare and hard to come by. She immediately urged the child to come sit in her lap, patting skirt with a . "Well, hello, sweetling. What's your name?"

Her eyes glanced back to the two students standing in the office. The tall, grim figure of a wolf in girl's clothing--her name was Neva, she recalled, now-- and Tesni, looking stubborn and slightly resentful. "Who is our guest, girls?" Wysandra's smile could barely contain her delight.

"I am a unicorn, little one. I prefer to stay in this form to be safe, since my kind are few here." Humans had hunted her people hard over the ages, and there were a relative few left alive. Wysandra was one of the oldest, and she intended to keep it that way.

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"Ok!" Dis took Neva’s hand, as well as Tesni’s, and walking between the two practically skipped out of the dining hall in stark contrast to Tesni’s resigned trudging.

It didn’t take too long for them to make it over to the Main Building where the professor’s offices were. Since Wysandra hadn’t been at the staff table in the dining hall, it was a safe bet she was here doing some sort of work.

"Why is the Unicorn lady in here? Isn’t she hungry? Should we have brought her something?" Dis asked as they approached the door.

"Cause she’s dedicated. It’s one o’ tha things I can’t fault her for, she seems ta care about her work and her students."

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Wysandra was just finishing up grading a handful of lab reports when she heard the voices outside her door. She ran a hand through her long, snowy hair and neatened the stack of papers on her desk. Her office was rather tasteful--two tapestries hung from the wall, depicting her species elegantly. A shelf behind her desk held a small collection of trinkets and greeting cards from friends, and her desk was a neat clutter of the professorial kind--a name plate was buried somewhere in the midst of a tea cup and stacks of graded and ungraded tests and papers and student files....ah, but someone was at her door.

"Please, come in." She called to the voices outside--recognizing one of them, rather feeling another presence that was making her feel rather extraordinarily pleasant all of a sudden. A smile was spreading on her serenely stunning features, lashes batting almost sleepily. "The door is unlocked."

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