I keep dancing on my own

One of the tricky things about having a baby was...well, having it. Though he had rigged up a rough harness/saddle so that Aoife could ride upon Isla, he didn't trust it enough to fully let her far out of his sight. Even tethered to the unicorn as she was—a unicorn who could heal should things go sideways—still Remi was cautious. And so as couples took to the field to dance, Remi found himself tapping his foot along with the music safely from the sidelines. We could dance too, you know. Isla said nudging his shoulder with her muzzle. No stranger to his mind, she could feel tangibly the way that the alchemist's soul simply longed for something simple and freeing. "But all the jostling...I do not know if the harness will hold her?" Remi murmured back. With an impatient stomp, Isla tossed her head. You would hold her Remi. Your arms aren't broken, even if other parts of you are The unicorn quipped back with equal parts sympathy and tough love. Grinning, Remi nodded. And so, taking Aoife out of the saddle and holding her against him, the alchemist, the star-eyed baby, and the once-human unicorn proceeded into the field and like the strange trio they were, began to dance. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times