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R ([personal profile] somethinghuman) wrote2018-06-24 06:15 pm
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I found something, In the woods somewhere

It'd been two days since he'd helped Amalthea hide in the woods, and R was already anxious about that decision. Unicorn or not, there might be wolves, or predators, or just bad things out there that might set their sights on her. She may be magic, but she was alone.

She might get lonely. He knew he did.

He waffled and fretted for a few hours that morning before he finally decided that yes, he was clingy, but he was being clingy in her best interests. Maybe stopping at her own flower shop to get lilacs just because she'd said she liked them was dumb, especially considering she was a unicorn and not a girl, and he was buying flowers in a city just to take them into the woods. But he thought that if there was any chance she was lonely, or sad, that she might like them.

The trek to the woods took longer without someone to keep him on a straight path. By the time he found the creek the flowers were sort of limp and wilted, and his shoes and pant legs were muddy. But he'd found the right place, and now he just needed to find the girl. The unicorn.
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[personal profile] on_mans_road 2018-06-25 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
The unicorn found a quiet part of the woods she liked after R left her, but she stayed close to the stream. She liked the sound of the water babbling over the rocks, and she needed a fresh water source anyway. She could not quite bring herself to go to Cabeswater, uncertain as to how the forest would react to her as her true self, without any of its influence on her.

Besides, what if R came back, looking for her? She didn't want him to think she'd just... gone away.

Even though it had only been two days, the small part of the forest she had taken up residence in had changed. The weather felt more mild - more spring-like - and some of the trees seemed to have gone back into bloom. Little white flowers had sprung up all over.

She felt him arrive, and she could smell him when the breeze shifted. She hurried through her quiet wood - for it was hers now, despite being there only two days - and appeared on the other side of the creek. The unicorn stood in a shaft of sunlight, bright and warm.

"R, you came," she said, sounding more delighted than she expected to. She had not been lonely, per se, but she had missed him.