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A blush, then a nod "I thought it might be. "

"Art, he let me touch him, too! I swear, all that bullshit reddit neckbeard demgogurey makin' perfectly decent fellas think there's somethin' WRONG with them like it's not a perfectly furkin' NORMAL state..."

"It's okay, Thistle. It's part of their dream and you can't expect all the dreams to be improved because of progress" Gwen looks to the Unicorn "Mine was an honorable union born of love between young hearts, but if it angers you ,I understand. I respect your right to yourself, and hope you may understand mine in turn "

Art says to the beast in a coaxing tone, “Now, now. Gwen is an honorable lady of virtue, even if it’s not, um, maidenly virtue. Surely that counts for something?” The unicorn seems to be considering.

“I had to adjust many of my perceptions to this world as well.” He encourages.

"And she won't touch you without your consent."

A firm nod at Thistle's comment

A prance of cloven hooves, and the unicorn extends his head, neck stretching, to sniff at Gwen just a touch.

Gwen keeps her open palm available and still

"We're tryin' to get him home to the Dreaming." An aside to Gwen.

Cautiously the Unicorn touches the very tip of his horn to her palm. A flicker… like a bulb with a faulty filament… but then the horn glows with a pale light. A swish of his tail, and the Unicorn calms. It seems that yes, perhaps, Gwen might be Acceptable.

Gwen gives a close mouthed smile. Were she not a troll she might tear up with delight at this semi acceptance from a Unicorn "Thank you"

Art exhales. “That’s a good, er, Beast.” He pats the unicorn. “It’s not that I do not fancy the creature as a companion, but our world is too harsh for such a delicate creature. It belongs in the dreaming, or perhaps in a glade to be sought by the virtuous or innocents, babes in the woods, and such.”

"Like you, eh?"

A nod to Thistle as well, then "Do you guys need my help or want me to tell mom you'll be late for dinner?" Easy with either

He reddens a touch. “I must admit, being attended by a creature known to fancy delicate innocent maids is not the best for my, er, manly disposition.” Embarrassed, yet still good natured.

She shrugs. "Not everyone needs to be an edgelord. Besides, it's cute." Oh, now her spirals are pink.

“Did you want to go home to wait for your mother? Or will she be out all night to celebrate the turning of the year with…” Art considers, as he lightly strokes the mane of the Unicorn. “Byron? Bryant? What was the chap’s name?” He asks Thistle.

"I was throwing clay, so that can wait."

Gwen spocks a brow at mention of Thistle's mom on a date

"As for Brent..." Huff!

“Throwing? Did it offend you?”

She laughs. "Nah, that's when I use the wheel."

“Oh! I do like to watch that. The way the mud of the earth turns into creation… it’s a magic of its own.”

Gwen hides a smile, sure that Thistle might blush again, or maybe just preen a bit ... and deservedly so

Gwen... is not wrong.

“Well, let’s led this fellow back home?”

“Between the three of us, w can surely find him a safe spot off the trods.”

"Oh, yeah, I'm working on a set of a dozen cups - star signs. I think if you lead, your boy-scout-i-hood should get us to a Pristine Glade or Secluded Grove or somethin'..."

Gladiola nods "Let's get him back home"

“Right!”

And an adventure awaits…. (Scene)