Month 2nd, 1891 — a field
The end of the year was approaching so very, very quickly -her little unicorn, her yearling was rapidly approaching 2 years old, or as close as they could guess. Soon he would turn white, and soon he would be released into the forbidden forest herd and she would probably cry for days when he was gone. He had become such a little source of solace for her, when Georgie or Ana got to her she would go and visit him and she would feel better by just watching him in his paddock. Today was one of those days. The blistering row she had had with Georgi had ended with him slapping her across the face and Ana threatening to curse her for talking back to him. The appointment with the magizoologist had been an excellent excuse to leave the house, and she strongly considered never returning - but for now at least her little charge would keep her here.
She had recovered her composure by the time Mrs Millar arrived and was leaning on the gate post to the paddock watching as the foal tossed it's head chasing a wayward butterfly across the field, as the insect worked hard to stay ahead of the creatures tossing head. 'Mrs Millar,' Maddie greeted brightly 'Thank you for taking the time to come out to meet me, and of course the man of the hour' she gestured to the paddock.
She had recovered her composure by the time Mrs Millar arrived and was leaning on the gate post to the paddock watching as the foal tossed it's head chasing a wayward butterfly across the field, as the insect worked hard to stay ahead of the creatures tossing head. 'Mrs Millar,' Maddie greeted brightly 'Thank you for taking the time to come out to meet me, and of course the man of the hour' she gestured to the paddock.
Elsie Kirke
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