lights will guide you home, & ignite your bones
& i will try to fix you
& i will try to fix you
With a cheerful bark as if applauding his decision to cool himself off with water in his hair, your tail thumps adoringly upon the cobblestones as you gaze up at him. That he can't carry you only draws a canine smile from your lips, and you offer him another bright bark as if to say that you don't mind. You actually think you'd hate to have a shift where people could just pick you up and carry you about. You get the impression from enough wandering eyes (Dorian) that there are those who'd be more than happy to do just that, in your regular form.
At the word unicorn, your ears perk up again, and you give Finn one of those comical and shockingly intelligence looks of understanding. It's perhaps not quite as cute as when dogs do it, because you do understand, but of course instincts are what they are, and soon you're on your feet. Nose to the ground, though you aren't scent-hound by any stretch of the imagination, soon enough you catch a familiar scent. Galloping forward, it's only your human-mind that makes you stop and wait for Finn every so often, not wanting him to pass out or get lost.
Sneakily though, in the back of your mind you wonder what you might do if you did lose him. Surely here, a wandering unicorn wouldn't be quite so...obtuse? Could you get away with it, for even an hour? Perhaps Finn would think you were the unicorn who had been brought here. But then...Finn was cleverer than that. If you disappeared in a unicorn showed up, those pieces would be too obviously not to piece together.
At the word unicorn, your ears perk up again, and you give Finn one of those comical and shockingly intelligence looks of understanding. It's perhaps not quite as cute as when dogs do it, because you do understand, but of course instincts are what they are, and soon you're on your feet. Nose to the ground, though you aren't scent-hound by any stretch of the imagination, soon enough you catch a familiar scent. Galloping forward, it's only your human-mind that makes you stop and wait for Finn every so often, not wanting him to pass out or get lost.
Sneakily though, in the back of your mind you wonder what you might do if you did lose him. Surely here, a wandering unicorn wouldn't be quite so...obtuse? Could you get away with it, for even an hour? Perhaps Finn would think you were the unicorn who had been brought here. But then...Finn was cleverer than that. If you disappeared in a unicorn showed up, those pieces would be too obviously not to piece together.
October
