Keeping her face half hudden and makingsure to not touch anything, the Lady was nervous as she held tight to her cloak. “Though not my comfort, I can understand your want to be in a place that is public in case it was a trap.” The Druids weren't the sort but any one paid-

The silent lady had entered the tavern, with a cloak of lavender and white draped over her snowy silver hair. Not once did the lady say anything to anyone but only caused a few heads to turn upon her in entry. The smell of alcohol made her nose twitch and keep her distance from the-

“I have! You should hear the rumors between the trees.” The unicorn turned lady had a high tone about her to feel that she wasn't alone.In the world, for once in a talk to someone who didn't think that she was just rambling. It was hard finding any type of connection after centuries alone and-

"Ah, so you are aware." That brought joy to the lady; although most don't know the stories told amongst rabbits and butterflies. "And what of music, limericks and rhymes? All creations of the birds, the wind, and butterflies."

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 ; 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

"And what about everything else in the world? The animals, the songs from the birds..."

“Whom do you believe is the tongue that tells these tales?”

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. . .

“tell me, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, do you believe in fairy tales?”

“Nothing dares hurt me for nothing knows what I am.”

Some may say that this is no world for you, and you should stay in your forest. I say there may well be other unicorns in the world yet, and it’s time to go find them.

The lady was silent, scared to give direct eye contact as so much of herself, and soul was told through her eyes. The being before her and yet, a ground was stood. “I am but Lady Amalthea...”

“Can't you feel the winter and how it's harsh upon all living things?”

“Can't you feel the winter and how it's harsh upon all living things?”

"Who goes there?!"

“Do humans not feel the pain of a dying season?”

𝓽he 𝓫𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝓼𝙪𝙣 𝓰𝙤𝙙 ⸻ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗡𝗔𝗔𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗥𝗔𝗛.

『 an 𝗮𝗯𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 who feeds using needles pulled from its body. a traveller from a far away land; a 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 in your depths sets you out once again, 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟... 』

"My role in life to some is just as it is meant to be. Their perception of me is written as it's meant; to change that is to change their story. Such is not my task or will."

“Perception isn't easily changed. It's up to others to see differently.”

“Perhaps I don't wish to be seen as a fragile maiden anymore?”

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