I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Maeve shifts around front with Harper, glancing over at the Attuned as they lead their horses slowly to the front of the herd behind Ray and Adam. Both the Ascended and the Attuned do a good job at keeping the unicorns fairly calm. One presses its muzzle into Adam's palm, nickering softly as it mouths at him in search of treats. Melita and Bartholomew have a harder time. The unicorns towards the back startle, skittering forward and neighing in protests, but they don't bolt.
"Everyone get your ropes out. We're going to try to get one each." Maeve instructs, keeping her voice low, knowing that's the best way to keep the unicorns from startling further. She pulls her own lasso out and tries to catch the one closest to her.
Try to rope a unicorn!
"Everyone get your ropes out. We're going to try to get one each." Maeve instructs, keeping her voice low, knowing that's the best way to keep the unicorns from startling further. She pulls her own lasso out and tries to catch the one closest to her.
Try to rope a unicorn!
Maeve
