Talk to the Unicorn
The unicorn looks at you curiously, then snorts and swishes it's tail.
A glowing trail of dust follows the movement. You stare at the
creature in awe and not a little bit of wonder. Fumbling in your
pocket reaveals a squashed bit of bread, so you hold it out to the
midnight black myth-made-real. The unicorn delicately steps forward,
and looking you full in the eyes, gently takes the food. You are
amazed at the wisdom and peace within the unicorn's silver eyes.
Breathless, you lift a trembling hand to the distilled moonlight of
the horn. Softly, carefully, you stroke the horn and the animal
nuzzles your shoulder happily. A feeling of such joy and peace echoes
and reverberates in your being. Your soul is singing in extacsy as
the unicorn lets you mount it's back and you gallop through the glade
for a short time before you dismount the creature in breathless
wonder. It fades into the mists, a dark shadow against the swirling
moisture. You know you will carry this memory forever.
