one by one they lay the world at my feet,
one by one they drive me crazy.
one by one they drive me crazy.
Her fill of unicorn? Oh Finn. If only you knew.
"Mmm?" You mumble under your breath, hardly aware that he's come to stand beside you. At some point the unicorn has looked up, able to somehow distinguish both what you've recently been, and what you keep hidden. The canine-smells you latently give off make its ears flicker uncertainly, but the core of your nature keeps it still. "Who..would we ask?" You say with an almost sleepy smile.
Giving Finn a look out of the corner of your eye, you step into the enclosure, humming under your breath and making your way toward the creature in a slow arc. The song you hum is reminiscent of the melody you were playing earlier, and once you're close the unicorn stops its grazing to raise its head, regarding you with a deep amethyst gaze. Hey you, you whisper softly into the creature's mind, not knowing if it can understand you are not. It can't, as it happens, but oh well. Extending your hand to it, the unicorn brushes your palm with its muzzle apparently deciding you're not a predator, and resumes her grazing.
Glancing over your shoulder you beam at Finn, nodding your head that he should come over as well.
"Mmm?" You mumble under your breath, hardly aware that he's come to stand beside you. At some point the unicorn has looked up, able to somehow distinguish both what you've recently been, and what you keep hidden. The canine-smells you latently give off make its ears flicker uncertainly, but the core of your nature keeps it still. "Who..would we ask?" You say with an almost sleepy smile.
Giving Finn a look out of the corner of your eye, you step into the enclosure, humming under your breath and making your way toward the creature in a slow arc. The song you hum is reminiscent of the melody you were playing earlier, and once you're close the unicorn stops its grazing to raise its head, regarding you with a deep amethyst gaze. Hey you, you whisper softly into the creature's mind, not knowing if it can understand you are not. It can't, as it happens, but oh well. Extending your hand to it, the unicorn brushes your palm with its muzzle apparently deciding you're not a predator, and resumes her grazing.
Glancing over your shoulder you beam at Finn, nodding your head that he should come over as well.
October
