Copperline [SEASONAL EVENT]

MaeA It was not everyday you found a unicorn prancing through your orchard. In fact, the sight was so unexpected that Maea dropped the bucket she had been carrying, and with a rude crash it slammed down on her toes. The bucket, being full to bursting with the root and stem of a half grown apple tree ready to be planted - and a shovel, and a spit - was heavy and the squeal of the owner of the squished toes was as shrill as it was undignified. But between the cursing and wincing, it was all Maea could do to watch the unicorn, awe and delight momentarily wiping away the lines of weariness and grief from her face. It was like a piece of midnight had escaped dawn and come to revel in the sunlight. All grace and power and... The unicorn stumbled. Maea blinked, her brows furrowing in worry. A creature that beautiful ought not to stumble, unless... Perhaps it was hurt? Looking about, she found yet another intruder in the garden and approached him with some wariness, cautious by default but too concerned about the unicorn to spare herself any discomfort. "Is it hurt? The unicorn..  I saw it trip." Way to state the obvious, but... well. you're so cold, but you feel alive.