You stretch out your hand toward the unicorn once
more and gently pull its head around until you are
looking deep into it's shining violet eyes. It
nickers and nuzzles your cheek. Then it stares back
at you with great intensity, and there is a
shimmer of silver cold. You can feel the uncicorn
moving about your mind, and there is a sense of
questioning. Then there is a slight prick and you
open your eyes to see the unicorn backing away,
a concerned glimmer in its eyes. "What's Wrong?"
you ask.