[ The unicorn stomps a hoof into the ground to mark the spot, so that they can find it again if they need, and the fairy climbs atop it. ]
I will leave a trail for you.
[ And with that she is gone, leaving in her wake a trail of hoofprints and long iridescent hairs from the unicorn's mane.
Just before dawn, at the end of the trail, there is the smell of blood. The rabbit fairy uses a delicate lace handkerchief to wipe blood from the mouth of another woman with great feathered wings and golden paws poking out from under her skirts. Another woman draped in a long cowl fusses over a collection of dogs as they squabble over very human bones. And Trevor is there, surrounded by his sisters, holding a slumbering Sypha in his arms. She seems unhurt, for the most part.
Soon, the griffon woman says. He is waking. He will be here soon.
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[ The unicorn stomps a hoof into the ground to mark the spot, so that they can find it again if they need, and the fairy climbs atop it. ]
I will leave a trail for you.
[ And with that she is gone, leaving in her wake a trail of hoofprints and long iridescent hairs from the unicorn's mane.
Just before dawn, at the end of the trail, there is the smell of blood. The rabbit fairy uses a delicate lace handkerchief to wipe blood from the mouth of another woman with great feathered wings and golden paws poking out from under her skirts. Another woman draped in a long cowl fusses over a collection of dogs as they squabble over very human bones. And Trevor is there, surrounded by his sisters, holding a slumbering Sypha in his arms. She seems unhurt, for the most part.
Soon, the griffon woman says. He is waking. He will be here soon.
Trevor nods solemnly. ]