andhiswife | (Reply)

Well, that's... reassuring, she supposes. She probably would have panicked if she'd tried to return to Cabeswater and it just hadn't been there, as if she'd imagined the whole thing. It would have felt like the way home had been well and truly lost, instead of just obscured by outside forces.

Maybe she ought to thank the place. She's not sure how one goes about showing appreciation for a magical forest, though. A saucer of milk wouldn't suffice.

"Um, yes," she says, dragged out of her reverie by the unicorn's question. "It was late afternoon." She assumes it still is, though the creature's phrasing makes her wonder if she might be wrong on that front. She doesn't think she's been in Cabeswater for that long, but who knows what a magical forest might do to one's perception of time?

"I should probably be getting back," she admits with some reluctance. She's not eager to excuse herself from the unicorn's company -- quite the opposite -- but she doesn't want to be stuck trudging back to Candlewood in the dark, either.