Mage of Wolves
Raven asked me.
“No,” I told her. “But this isn’t a horse. This is a unicorn.” I laughed, and both of the girls did, too. But then Raven clarified her question.
“Okay, but since I’m pretty sure no one has ridden a unicorn before, have you ever ridden anything like a unicorn before?”
“Nope,” I said. “But it’s okay. Pearl won’t let me fall off.”
“You’re braver than I am,” Melanie muttered.
Again, we all had a laugh, but it didn’t take away from the seriousness of the situation. I still had to go tell the Flamingos that Jaye had moved their daughter without their permission.
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