RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Things are finally looking up and Ray finds herself relaxing somewhat as they travel. Given how much trouble the unicorns have been thus far, not entirely their fault, the herbalist decides to distract them.
As she leads her equines, Ray hums softly under her breath. She wants the unicorns to hear her but doesn't want to alert any predators nearby of their location. The song itself is an old lullaby about dreams and such that her mom used to sing to her. The tune has always soothed Ray so she hopes her humming will do the same for the unicorns. At the very least it'll pass the time.
Ray hums a lullaby to the unicorns as they walk.
As she leads her equines, Ray hums softly under her breath. She wants the unicorns to hear her but doesn't want to alert any predators nearby of their location. The song itself is an old lullaby about dreams and such that her mom used to sing to her. The tune has always soothed Ray so she hopes her humming will do the same for the unicorns. At the very least it'll pass the time.
Ray hums a lullaby to the unicorns as they walk.
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
