(( Wasn't going to post, but I had an idea! ))
Briar was not yet asleep after entering her hut, and hear Chloe mutter her little plea. The pixie as well felt a tad bad for brushing off her friend, but Briar was also a tad different than other pixies and did not relish in causing misfortune. She frowned and peeked out, looking at the snowman Chloe made.
In a flash of blue, the pixie went out of her hut and floated in front of the snowman, giving a soft smile. "I'd like to be a trusted friend.." She whispered to herself touching the cold snow. Like she thought before, she didn't want to cause anymore harm to the leocorns and thought perhaps leaving the Blank Slate soon was a good option. There was still time to think about it, however.
With the thought of perhaps giving friendship with the leocorn a try, Briar used her magic, humming some made-up tune as the snow fell, and crafted another snowman. Though, this on was tiny and sat on the other's head, with little leaves tucked in it's back as wings. She made both snowmen smile with some twigs, then fluttered back to admire her handiwork.
After a moment longer, Briar would return to her hut, though leaving the leaf to the side so she could sit at the doorway and watch the skies.
Rowan would awake in a start, heavily breathing and damp with night-sweat. He looked down at his hand, bestial and bloody from clenching the mirror shard. He shakily put it away and licked his wounds clean, his bestial transformation reverting again.
He stood, changed pants to loung wear, and there on a dark thermal top before exiting his room. He had such strange dreams, he didn't understand. They seemed like memories, but he never recalled them until now. Had he forgotten his days as a cub?
He saw his grandmother, he saw himself going around and literally biting ankles, his father pulling him back with a deep laugh.
Then he saw demons, black and twisted, causing decay to the land they stood on and striking his father as Rowan was carried of in his arms.
He took a moment to calm himself in the hallways before wandering around. He, unknowingly, seemed to have followed the same path as Chloe. First, he stopped at the bar, remembering the donors he met earlier with his hands shoved in his pockets. Rowan's tail twitched as he smelled something sweet, but brushed it off.
Next, he made his way to the library, a bit after Chloe was sleeping, and picked up the same book he usually did - The Spirit Wilds. It was even more familiar to him now, and a vision of his father reading it to him flashed in his mind. Rowan's horn began to glow in the dully lit library, enabling him to spy Chloe sleeping on the couch.
With the book in his hand and a inward sigh, he walked over and adjusted her shall to better cover her up. Rowan then took a seat himself on the same couch and opened his book, running his hands over the page that described the Unicorns. Was that really his grandmother?
He looked troubled sitting there, and soon allowed himself to rest once again in the library.