[ They are a spectacle, of course. That's Crow's immediate first thought, seeing an Actual Unicorn in the flesh when they arrive to the park. Glint, meanwhile, is absolutely delighted; he's also forced Crow to be the one carrying some hay, carrots, and an apple for the horse.
Crow sighs a little as Glint flies ahead, stopping a moment later as he remembers reading that horses (and he supposes, Unicorns) can be "spooked", spinning his plates again. ]
[She will probably notice Crow in a minute, but between her vantage point from up atop her unicorn and the fact that Glint is both closer and decidedly more noticeable with his flying around in her immediate vicinity, it might take a minute.
As it is, she waves; the unicorn, otherwise skittish, opts only to eye the new arrivals skeptically, and paws once at the grass.]
Do you suppose it's odd that I haven't named him? It didn't seem proper to, when he's not my unicorn, exactly — well, not in the same way one might own a horse, I suppose.
Maybe he already has a name - have you tried asking him?
[ Because at this point a talking unicorn wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility, Glint thinks. He drifts a little closer to Rosella and the unicorn, one ocular looking over the animal. ]
Otherwise, you must have something to call him. Crow named me, after all!
[ From further back, Crow calls: ] And you didn't like Sparky, which was my first choice.
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[As one might expect from a big ol' Real Actual Unicorn trotting around with a princess on its back.]
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Crow sighs a little as Glint flies ahead, stopping a moment later as he remembers reading that horses (and he supposes, Unicorns) can be "spooked", spinning his plates again. ]
Hello, Rosella! And hello, unicorn!
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[She will probably notice Crow in a minute, but between her vantage point from up atop her unicorn and the fact that Glint is both closer and decidedly more noticeable with his flying around in her immediate vicinity, it might take a minute.
As it is, she waves; the unicorn, otherwise skittish, opts only to eye the new arrivals skeptically, and paws once at the grass.]
Do you suppose it's odd that I haven't named him? It didn't seem proper to, when he's not my unicorn, exactly — well, not in the same way one might own a horse, I suppose.
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[ Because at this point a talking unicorn wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility, Glint thinks. He drifts a little closer to Rosella and the unicorn, one ocular looking over the animal. ]
Otherwise, you must have something to call him. Crow named me, after all!
[ From further back, Crow calls: ] And you didn't like Sparky, which was my first choice.