The road is good.
That is the lesson that her mother had taught her all those years ago. She had committed those words to her heart, and remained committed even after her herd was long since scattered, like grains of sand in the storm. The road was good, and so to the road she returned over and over again.
She was part of a caravan group, a hardy gang of professional humans, familiars, and soquili. There even were a couple horses there too, but she mistrusted their vacant and staring eyes. She stood now, still as a stone, as one of the humans loaded her down with saddlebags full to the brim with trade goods. She hadn't been told what was in them. Based on their smell and weight, she guessed they were silks or some other fine fabrics.
The straps were tightened around her, but even through this she did not complain. She was proud of the work that she did. She knew that the humans could not make this journey without their soquili partners. She was far more than any mere beast of burden. She knew the road just as well as they did, and she didn't need a map to direct her. Also, she was a unicorn. Her value in the group was unmistakable.
A lot could happen while in the desert, after all.
