10-31-2014, 01:05 AM
He couldn't say very much to the young woman. This uncertain filly-ish lady needed protection, and reassurance. The unicorn swore to himself he would give her that. Patrin eyed the other males and wickered. He pawed a hoof against the ground. They knew he could talk, but not in this form. He refused to talk to them.
Patrin moved. He shifted so he could stand between Lune and the men without making it impossible for them to speak. The unicorn leaned against the lady too, a silent reassurance that he would stick by her.
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