The last unicorn roleplay account. Novella; Literate; super chill mun
“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night."
“So it is you.” Ragnar stepped out from the shadows and sat down beside her. He clasped his hands together and looked out over the water. It was a habit of his own to seek the presence of the water to soothe his own inner turmoils, and he wondered if he was disturbing her, and yet, he had not seen her for so long. “You have not aged a day.”
Amalthea smiled softly, it was sad though for she knew what it was like to feel age wither upon ones skin, rotting in ones bones. For so long she had only watched time takes it course, but she felt the presence of it once, years ago and everything suddenly became fleeting. “So It is you.” Amalthea looked at him once more before looking out into the waves again, “In different ways I have. You look healthy and well. Has time fared you well?”
