][ 18 ((voice))

[shiningdown]

[When the device clicks on there is some silence muddled by the background noise of the forest at night, albeit a presently uneventful corner of it. Well, sort of. Then there is a breath, not quite a sigh or anything so quickly named, but a sound that can amount to a combination of distaste and upset.]There ought to be a law of some kind against

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[2ndnightshift]

A unicorn? A real one?

[shiningdown]

Well...it was.

[2ndnightshift]

Oh. I'm-I'm sorry.

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[shiningdown]

[shiningdown]

It's not your fault.

[2ndnightshift]

I've never seen a unicorn in real life. They're the stuff of fairy tales where I'm from.

[shiningdown]

I'm sorry you haven't.

They are...beautiful doesn't quite do them the justice they deserve.

[2ndnightshift]

Wildlife shouldn't be killed needlessly into extinction.

[shiningdown]

I'm glad that you agree.

[her voice is saturated with the kind of relief one expresses after a breath has been held too long, the kind of relief one obviously does not expect to receive.]

[2ndnightshift]

Yeah, I do. I studied orinthology back home.

[shiningdown]

...what is that?

[2ndnightshift]

I studied birds, like what they ate, their flight patterns, how they lived.

[shiningdown]

[pause]

One day perhaps you can...tell me something of the ones I do not recognize.

[her tone borderlines on thankful, if only for him being both human and a decent spirit]