Visitors to the lilac wood have been a frequent occurrence of late, and the unicorn is not surprised by Fanny's presence so much as she is by her song. In truth she is both surprised and delighted, for it has been some while since anyone hailed her in such a way.
Unicorns like to be sung to of their own beauty, their sacredness and their power; they are naturally a little vain, and often appreciate the efforts of those who compose elaborate lyrics in their name. The witch's song appeals to this quality of the unicorn, reminds her of herself in former times. When she lifts her head to look at Fanny, the mortal longings which have recently shadowed her eyes are absent; she seems only what she ought to be. She dances a few steps closer to where Fanny stands, playful and yet remote, giving the impression that she will vanish like mist into the glade if she cares to do so.
"You are bold to ask for my magic," the unicorn says musingly, "when your heart already harbors magic of its own. Nonetheless, you are welcome in my forest -- so long as you bring no harm."
(OOC: Sorry about the 35+ day wait! Not that you aren't used to it or anything. *cough, sheepish grin* Anyway, no pressure to respond!)
Fanny feels a pinprick of panic and almost sadness in her heart. She looks at her hands nervously and looks back at the beautiful Unicorn sheepishly.
"I'faith, Fair One," Fanny began, "I did not mean to insult you through the careless wording of my song."
Fanny watches the shimmering lambent light reflect off of the coat and horn of the sacred creature who only answers her with a blink.
"truly, you have already brought your magic to my heart," Fanny edges closer on hands and knees, and tries very hard not to frighten the Unicorn, "I would ask for nothing, and ne'er expect anything. Indeed, your welcome is enough. I give you my word-bond as a Wytch that I would ne'er do anything to harm thee, on this you can rely. "
OOC Comment:
I am not at all put out by the wait. I have been a tad busy myself refurbishing a grand old Victorian storefront here locally and helping get their tea room and herb store up and running. I know your time and schedule constraints, too, so to my mind it evens out. :)
The unicorn considers her last words for a time -- a time that may seem indefinite to Fanny, though for the unicorn it is no longer than the breath of a butterfly. Finally she dips her horn, both acknowledging and accepting the oath that has been offered to her. She is a little amused by how earnestly Fanny is trying not to frighten her, but while this amusement shines out of her eyes like stardust, it is entirely without mocking or condescension.
"You may rise, if you wish. I will not flee from you, for I know when I am frightened, and when I am not -- and in any case, it is not so easy to frighten me as many suppose." She arches her neck, swan-like, and yet possessed of more easy elegance than any swan ever aspired to.
"As to the wording of your song, I would hardly deem it careless. It was quite well-phrased, as such songs go, and pleasant for me to hear. I was briefly surprised that you knew to sing it, however. It's rare that anyone knows me--truly knows me--on sight, these days. Even women, who have always had better eyes for me than men, fail to recognize what I am; most of them take me for a pretty white mare. But you have something more than a woman's gift for sight, I should think."
Unicorns like to be sung to of their own beauty, their sacredness and their power; they are naturally a little vain, and often appreciate the efforts of those who compose elaborate lyrics in their name. The witch's song appeals to this quality of the unicorn, reminds her of herself in former times. When she lifts her head to look at Fanny, the mortal longings which have recently shadowed her eyes are absent; she seems only what she ought to be. She dances a few steps closer to where Fanny stands, playful and yet remote, giving the impression that she will vanish like mist into the glade if she cares to do so.
"You are bold to ask for my magic," the unicorn says musingly, "when your heart already harbors magic of its own. Nonetheless, you are welcome in my forest -- so long as you bring no harm."
(OOC: Sorry about the 35+ day wait! Not that you aren't used to it or anything. *cough, sheepish grin* Anyway, no pressure to respond!)
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"I'faith, Fair One," Fanny began, "I did not mean to insult you through the careless wording of my song."
Fanny watches the shimmering lambent light reflect off of the coat and horn of the sacred creature who only answers her with a blink.
"truly, you have already brought your magic to my heart," Fanny edges closer on hands and knees, and tries very hard not to frighten the Unicorn, "I would ask for nothing, and ne'er expect anything. Indeed, your welcome is enough. I give you my word-bond as a Wytch that I would ne'er do anything to harm thee, on this you can rely. "
OOC Comment:
I am not at all put out by the wait. I have been a tad busy myself refurbishing a grand old Victorian storefront here locally and helping get their tea room and herb store up and running. I know your time and schedule constraints, too, so to my mind it evens out. :)
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"You may rise, if you wish. I will not flee from you, for I know when I am frightened, and when I am not -- and in any case, it is not so easy to frighten me as many suppose." She arches her neck, swan-like, and yet possessed of more easy elegance than any swan ever aspired to.
"As to the wording of your song, I would hardly deem it careless. It was quite well-phrased, as such songs go, and pleasant for me to hear. I was briefly surprised that you knew to sing it, however. It's rare that anyone knows me--truly knows me--on sight, these days. Even women, who have always had better eyes for me than men, fail to recognize what I am; most of them take me for a pretty white mare. But you have something more than a woman's gift for sight, I should think."
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