09-03-2014, 11:46 AM
The horned man crossed his arms and dug his feet in stubbornly at the thought of listening to anyone, least of all a stranger. Instead of doing as he had been told to, Patrin fell into step beside the other men. What a strange world this was, and so very different from his own. The unicorn's ears twitched back and low as he thought of perhaps becoming someone's prey. Was that what had happened to the one who'd collapsed? He shook his head, and caught sight of a metal and transparent stone contraption settled on one of his companion's faces.
It looked odd.
Patrin reached out and poked at one of the metal wires holding the object in place. "What's this? And why are you wearing it?" He felt a twinge of guilt for not going to see if the young women needed help of some kind, for instead talking about something so ... frivolous, because of his own recalcitrant nature.
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