She rolled her purple eyes at him. It seemed her father's ideas of unicorns was a little off. They weren't all that majestic it seemed and rather weak, though she'd never openly say that. "We have a two-legger in the mountains. She doesn't bother us and we don't bother her. She just there living near the lands."
And then she noticed the slight shine to his eyes. "Don't get all sentimental on me, please. I refuse to bring shame of any form to my family and my herd. Each race to their own, I say."
And then she noticed the slight shine to his eyes. "Don't get all sentimental on me, please. I refuse to bring shame of any form to my family and my herd. Each race to their own, I say."
