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[notamare]

[ The feed clicks on, but the video is of the forest with no sign of the speaker. There is a monster-dog sniffing around the clearing though. After a moment, the voice is heard

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[hisoldgirl]

[hisoldgirl]

I think it comes from their fear of monsters, honestly. Humans are terribly squishy. It's easy for them to see monsters in everything, or so the Doctor seems to think.

[notamare]

You speak highly of this Time Lord. Does he not have fears himself?

[hisoldgirl]

He has more than most and fewer than many, I suppose. He fears complacency and stagnation most. He fears loneliness.

[notamare]

I have thought little of complacency or stagnation. [ She doesn't know the meaning of boredom, Lucky her! ]

But I believe loneliness is a thing we all fear.

[ Or at the very least, dislike it. It was why she chose to speak to people here, rather than ignore everyone ever. ]

[hisoldgirl]

It's terribly frightening, isn't it, being the only one? [her voice is quiet and tinged with sorrow, though it doesn't show in her expression]

[notamare]

[ ... she is silent for a very long time at the question. Anyone else she might have ignored that question, and just not responded. ]

I am too accustomed to loneliness to truly fear it. It is the opposite, that I am wary of.

[ Socializing around people, a constant reminder of what she wasn't, and knowing she would return home to be alone again. It was why she tried not to form attachments to others. She had few friends, but many acquaintances. ]

[hisoldgirl]

[the silence is noted, possibly even understood, though the TARDIS doesn't respond immediately, recognising the vulnerability inherent in the admission]

Has it been so long for you that you've forgotten what it is to be amongst others?

[admittedly, she's afraid of ever reaching that point that she'd be afraid to face her brothers or sisters, should they ever return]

[notamare]

I have lost count of the years I have been alone, away from my kin. It is not often that other unicorns will dwell within the same forest - many left to find their own homes. Before my arrival here, I was able to free a number of my captured sisters, but my experiences leading to their release... I fear I have experienced too much to properly relate to them should we ever meet.

I cannot relate to humans, and I do not wish to. Should I become too close to their kind, there is a danger that I will again forget myself. Were that to happen, I would rather die. So you may say my solitude is self imposed for that reason.

[hisoldgirl]

[she can understand that sentiment far more than she cares to admit. she wonders sometimes how her brothers and sisters would see her now, so changed from the past and part of the reason for their demise. but there's nothing for it, really. dwelling solves nothing]

And those of us who aren't human? Well, not inside, at least. Physical bodies notwithstanding. Do you fear befriending us?

[notamare]

[ That is a good question, and she considers for a moment. ]

I ... have had little experience in such a thing. Yet I suppose I do not fear this, provided I am not requested to participate in human events, if I do not wish to.

[hisoldgirl]

Oh, well that makes both of us, I suppose. I'm only just learning these things, myself. I don't think you've much to worry about when it comes to human events, though.

[notamare]

Does it? Then this is a thing we shall learn at the same time.

[ A shake of her head, tossing her mane slightly. ]

A time ago humans held some manner of celebration in which they created fire in the sky. It was loud and disruptive, yet the end result was quite a sight to behold.

[hisoldgirl]

I look forward to it.

[thinking] Fireworks, perhaps? I've seen those before when on Earth. They're nice, I suppose.

[notamare]

Yes, I believe that is what it was called. It appears they were a means of celebrating freedom. An annual celebration, as I recall.

[hisoldgirl]

How quaint. I wonder if they really know what freedom is.