/waltzes in unspeakably late (Sector 7)hybrid_prodigyJuly 14 2011, 02:24:50 UTC
If Gohan had to pick a favourite sector in the city, it would without a doubt be Sector Seven. There were more open spaces and wooded areas here than anywhere else on the island. He didn't mind cities that much, but sometimes it just felt too congested in the more built-up sectors. He missed nature
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Unicorn missed nature too - she took as much joy in the forests as she could, both by day and night. THe feel of the leaves rustling beneath cloven hooves, the laughter of the wind as it tossed her mane and tail.
The simple joys of the chittering birds and butterflies - it made her long for her own forest, at times, but the one here was suitable. Spying the young boy lounging at the foot of a tree, she stopped to watch him curiously.
Wow, and she talked. Sounded like a she, anyway. And of course she talked. Lots of animals could talk. And even if they couldn't, she was a unicorn. Those were special.
"Oh, do you live here? I'm not intruding or anything, am I? If I am, I'm really sorry; I just really like places like this."
Most definitely she was a she. A delicate shake of her head followed Gohan's question. "I do not mind your presence. It is not often that I encounter those still willing to appreciate nature, in this place. In any event, I do not live in this particular part of the forest, but another. I am merely out for a stroll."
She paused, thoughtful. "Do you often come to this place?"
Oh, good. He wouldn't have wanted to intrude on anyone's home. That would have been awful of him.
"It's a shame more people don't appreciate it; I don't see why they can't." He smiled softly, nostalgically. "I try to come out here a lot. It reminds me of home."
"Does it?" That was a first. But the Unicorn seems surprisingly pleased by that - most she'd talked to found more familiarity with the cold stone advancements of the modern age.
Not that there weren't plenty of modern cities back home, of course. Honestly, he didn't know how people could spend their entire lives in such places. Cities were just so crowded, both with people and with buildings. And you couldn't see the stars at night. How awful would that be, to never see the stars?
He nodded at the question. "Well, there's cities like this one too, but my family and I lived out in the mountains. We just had a little house, and we'd provide for ourselves. There's woods all around us, and we'd always go for walks or play games in the forest. And some of the animals can talk."
Not to mention that the air tended to be so much more smoggy in cities. The air back home was cleaner, purer - but this place was not yet so far gone.
"Your home must be quite lovely, to live high in the mountains. It is a careful balance one must maintain to live off of the land without abusing its bounty." She pauses, and then, more curiously, she adds, "Are there others such as I in your world?"
She's beginning to doubt it. It seemed most people she's asked tell her that unicorns were long gone or never existed.
Yeah, there was that, too. He'd been in cities enough that he was kind of used to it, but he couldn't honestly say that he liked the air there better. He would always prefer clean, open spaces.
He shook his head. "If there are any unicorns back home, I've never seen them. I really only know about them from storybooks."
"It is as I would expect." She mused, pensive. "I find myself curious about your stories. It seems that we are rarely viewed the same among others." She's heard some stories that were just plain - wrong-. Almost horrifyingly so, really.
"I am pleased all the same, that there still exist stories of our kind. We not forever gone, as long as there is that."
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The simple joys of the chittering birds and butterflies - it made her long for her own forest, at times, but the one here was suitable. Spying the young boy lounging at the foot of a tree, she stopped to watch him curiously.
"I did not expect another in this place."
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"Oh, do you live here? I'm not intruding or anything, am I? If I am, I'm really sorry; I just really like places like this."
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She paused, thoughtful. "Do you often come to this place?"
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"It's a shame more people don't appreciate it; I don't see why they can't." He smiled softly, nostalgically. "I try to come out here a lot. It reminds me of home."
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"Tell me of your home, if you would."
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He nodded at the question. "Well, there's cities like this one too, but my family and I lived out in the mountains. We just had a little house, and we'd provide for ourselves. There's woods all around us, and we'd always go for walks or play games in the forest. And some of the animals can talk."
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"Your home must be quite lovely, to live high in the mountains. It is a careful balance one must maintain to live off of the land without abusing its bounty." She pauses, and then, more curiously, she adds, "Are there others such as I in your world?"
She's beginning to doubt it. It seemed most people she's asked tell her that unicorns were long gone or never existed.
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He shook his head. "If there are any unicorns back home, I've never seen them. I really only know about them from storybooks."
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"I am pleased all the same, that there still exist stories of our kind. We not forever gone, as long as there is that."
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