Old Muse

[lilacwood]

Are all humans so undependable? Let me go; give me my freedom so that I can find the others. The Red Bull does not frighten me.

(Naive perhaps, but what choice does she have?)

I am the last and you are ensuring they stay his prisoners! (Her hooves hit the ground harshly, kicking up dirt.) Do not treat me like a simple mare!

I have no desire to play games.

Comments

oh wow, nostalgia!

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[Claire didn't hear the unicorn's speech, nor did she see the sparkling horn. She feels, nonetheless, that there is something different about this beautiful creature - something that she'd forgotten, perhaps, in her childhood, or in the days before she understood the world.]