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."
Fandral made sure to keep his gaze averted from the skin that showed through the sheer material, not wanting to be rude.”Thank you, my lady. And what, if you will, is the time?“
Amalthea seemed to think for a moment, her foot steps coming to a halt. "Forgive me, I know not what time it is.”