...first steps...

[frodofigment]

//story form--written this way to spare italics//The unicorn pinned its ears as its first steps into the world were greeted with freezing cold nearly up to his knees. He looked down at the cold, white snow that he was now standing in, then over his shoulder where he had come from. A moment before he would have seen a drastic change, from the ocean

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[bbolger_baggins]

*inner ears burn, feels inexplicably watched, straightens his vest, again considers whether he should put a hit counter on his LJ, eats some mushroom toast*

[frodofigment]

*flares his nostrils at the distant scent of food, and hunkers further down in the snow thinking that a hit counter will only show how many times he spies on the hobbit, and will not deter him in the least pondering the best way to get closer, afraid he'll fall down if he tries to get up now*

*attempts it and finds his legs week, scrambles to the side and clacks his horn against the door. Stairs dumbly for a minute before turning in an attempt to flee, slipping and landing in an unceremonious pile of unicorn*

I thought I was supposed to have more grace than this...

[bbolger_baggins]

O_o!! o_O!!

*hears something against the door, figures it was a branch blown by the wind, goes over and cracks the door slightly, just enough to see if anyone is standing there, doesn't see anyone standing in front of it, closes it as all the tea he drunk this morning hits the fan, and heads quickly to the facilities to relieve himself, still feeling a bit paranoid*

[frodofigment]

*lifts himself gingerly from the snow, heaving out a sigh at how close he had come to being in contact with that hobbit. He could have seen him. He was suprised the hobbit hadn't seen him sprawled to the side of the door, but the his solid white coat most likely accounted for that. In an odd sort of way, he wished that the hobbit had seen him sprawled ridiculously in the snow. He could have pretended to be a stupid animal in need of shelter in that case. Now, if he wanted to get any closer, he would have to reveal in himself the fact of a brain and the ability to speak.

At least his head was spinning anymore. The fall seemed to have cleared all of that up.

There was only one thing left to do if he really, actually, in all fact wanted to know about his past in this place. He had to get inside the smial*

*steps up to the door cautiously and lifts a hoof, trying to tap delicately so as not to chip the paint*