School Grounds, Sunday Evening

[swipedthatfoot]

Claire had gone to the mainland and gotten good film, a tripod, and a few props that she hoped would make for a good and not-too-goofy unicorn shot.

She was trying not to bounce too much at the whole taking-a-unicorn's-portrait thing as she set up her equipment and watched for Jan, scouting out good lines of sight and light as she did so.

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[firebringerborn]

Jan had been running around the island, but not too quickly, because he didn't want to get his mane tangled or wind up all sweaty, and he pranced up to Claire, ears up, looking curiously over everything she had. "I'm here, and I will try and smile with my ears," he told her.

[swipedthatfoot]

"Ears, mouth, eyes, however you smile," Claire said, glancing up from her tripod. "Hi! How's your weekend going?"

[firebringerborn]

"Chad said human models smile with their eyes, but he seemed to think my ears would be enough," he explained. "And it has gone well. I went to a gathering on Friday, and I had pie with oats and apples and drank from a golden bucket." He came a little closer, stretching out his neck to sniff at the camera. "How have you fared with yours?"

[swipedthatfoot]

Claire had to grin at that. "Chad's not wrong," she admitted. "Just ... nothing big and fake. Not the ear equivalent of this." She switched from her genuine smile to one that was enormous, toothy, and very much fake, not to mention a little frightening. "I want you to look like you."

"And I was at the party too. I talked to a couple people who seemed pretty cool. Then I just kind of hung out yesterday and today, and went shopping for some of this stuff."