Finding a unicorn herd hadn't been too hard when Talyson could fly overhead in the Peregrine and peer down at the landscape below, looking for wandering horse-shapes against the Flowerbirth-green of the new grass and the joyful pops of color from all the meadow flowers.
The first herd he'd seen had turned out to be actual horses and would Flora even know the difference? but he had a reputation for his services to maintain and he would know, and the second, smaller herd had the unsettling dark coats and purple eyes of the Void, but after a couple more hours of sailing Tal finally spotted a herd that had the requisite spiraling horns on their heads and a variety of colors beyond the gothic spectrum. There were even a couple of frolicking foals kicking their heels up as they raced around the calmly grazing adults as the herd drifted slowly across the meadows.
The scruffy, dark-haired courier brought his skyboat down in a slow curve a fair distance from the herd and behind a rolling hill to avoid spooking them. Boreal, a burly, blunt-muzzled, dog-sized dragon with scales the pale whites and pastels of a glacier, carried a bucket with a tight-fitting lid down while he slid down the rope ladder until his feet touched the ground. Then, shovel in tow, he began working his way along the herd's previous path, keeping an eye (and nose) out for landmines. His companion trotted along behind him, proudly carrying the bucket in her formidable jaws as they sought their rather unusual quarry.
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The first herd he'd seen had turned out to be actual horses and would Flora even know the difference? but he had a reputation for his services to maintain and he would know, and the second, smaller herd had the unsettling dark coats and purple eyes of the Void, but after a couple more hours of sailing Tal finally spotted a herd that had the requisite spiraling horns on their heads and a variety of colors beyond the gothic spectrum. There were even a couple of frolicking foals kicking their heels up as they raced around the calmly grazing adults as the herd drifted slowly across the meadows.
The scruffy, dark-haired courier brought his skyboat down in a slow curve a fair distance from the herd and behind a rolling hill to avoid spooking them. Boreal, a burly, blunt-muzzled, dog-sized dragon with scales the pale whites and pastels of a glacier, carried a bucket with a tight-fitting lid down while he slid down the rope ladder until his feet touched the ground. Then, shovel in tow, he began working his way along the herd's previous path, keeping an eye (and nose) out for landmines. His companion trotted along behind him, proudly carrying the bucket in her formidable jaws as they sought their rather unusual quarry.
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