Amalthea (mousseux) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2019-03-31 01:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | amalthea, quinlan vos |
Who: Amalthea, Quinlan
What: Magical Creatures 101, aka meeting a unicorn...who's not Amalthea
When: Saturday
Where: Enchanted Gardens in Everdale
Warnings: Low.
Status: Incomplete
Giving tours to people was definitely a great appeal of having decided to leave the butterflies in Brightford. As much as she loved hearing their songs and riddles, the forests would always hold a place true to her heart, some part of it wild still. She enjoyed being human, able to walk among man without anyone really the wiser to what she really was. It was so much nicer this time, even, knowing she had control, and knowing that she brought flowers to bloom where so many of her kind sought shelter. They would never be hunted here, and as long as they didn't venture too far, no one would be able to find them without their consent. It was the least she could do with her magic to keep them safe and happy while she lived here as well. Once someone had offered her such kindness, and she wouldn't forget it.
"I've never seen the fae take quite so quickly to someone," she offered as she walked over the fresh spring grass, watching the buttercups. Soon the whole forest would be awake and buzzing with new life, she couldn't wait. It was always a wonder to see what nature could accomplish without any help. "I'd like to show you the unicorns last, or well, my favorite mare. She is gentle, and only recently gave birth. The foal seems to be the highlight of many people's trips out."
Smiling some, she made to move through a pair of bushes, the thought of something being there hardly a threat, since nothing would dare attack her here. "They are immortal, but grow quickly." She took a deep breath and paused in the clearing, motioning him a bit closer before gesturing to a flash of white along the other side. "It's very rare for a unicorn to be born, even here where there are much more than I saw back home." She smiled when the mare stepped more out into the light, her head giving a little toss before the foal slowly joined her. "Would you like to touch her? She'll only stab if she's threatened."