More than anything

"May I walk with you?" she asked. "I should go back as well. I work tomorrow and mustn't lose track of time."

The unicorn knew how strange all of that might sound coming from her; once upon a time, she had no job, no need to ever leave her forest, and no desire to. She longed for those days, longed for the uncounted measure of time that she'd spent content and alone and unaware of the world changing outside her forest, except for the gossip brought by butterflies and the odd hunter or wanderer that might pass through.