Phoebe
Phoebe was still growing accustomed to this new form of hers. Hooves and four legs - but no arms? - and a horn on her head she couldn't really see made it difficult to navigate at times. The snow of the Greatwood didn't help - nor did the changing paths which had been so kind getting her into the wood, but less kind leaving. She had already run into a few trees, giving muffled nickers of apology each time, by the time Pim zoomed forward ahead of her. His playful emotions had her curious, wondering what trouble her little drangonling was getting into. So she trotted after him...
...but she didn't see the much smaller white dragon that Pim had charged towards like a long lost clutch-mate. Instead she saw the giant dragon rearing up on its hind legs. She squealed, rearing up herself in surprise, before turning tail to run...
...right into a tree. This time, however, she was very much stuck, horn tangled in branches and loose bark. The unicorn continued to panic, hooves scraping and sliding against the icy ground in a futile effort to get away, forgetting that she could just shift back to free herself.
...but she didn't see the much smaller white dragon that Pim had charged towards like a long lost clutch-mate. Instead she saw the giant dragon rearing up on its hind legs. She squealed, rearing up herself in surprise, before turning tail to run...
...right into a tree. This time, however, she was very much stuck, horn tangled in branches and loose bark. The unicorn continued to panic, hooves scraping and sliding against the icy ground in a futile effort to get away, forgetting that she could just shift back to free herself.
i could be all sad but i have shit to do
