The deep of night still flayed the forest when Rielle suddenly awoke. She sighed with satisfaction. She was in a bewitching haven with enchanting creatures. She belonged. Feeling protected, she snuggled under her cloak where it was pleasantly warm, while somewhere close, Pud contentedly snored. Rielle knew that all was well.
She took several deep, long breaths and wondered what the perfume in the air could be. Her eyelids closed and her breathing deepened as sleep stretched out its persistent hand. Gentle dozing became her friend, as rest quietly called her name. Rielle began to drift with sleep, but she had been mistress of her fate for too long, so suspicion was a friendly habit, which is why her mind battled and woke her up.
‘That scent!’ She bolted upright. ‘That scent was not there at all during the day,’ she muttered, ‘and it isn’t woodsy or forest-like, which makes it something new.’ She shook poor Pud who was happily snoring, forcing him to wake with a wary bark.
Pud peered at her through the dim glow of night, his expression a mix of slumber and growing suspicion.
‘Don’t you see?’ Rielle went on. ‘If that’s the scent of almond blossom, then we have to let Benny know!’
Pud knew that when his mistress had hold of an idea there would be no more rest, so he began to stretch, yawn and shake.
‘No time for that or we’ll lose half the night,’ Rielle snapped. ‘Come on Pud, let’s get going!’ She pulled her boots on and grabbed her cloak, but Pud was making the best of things, so he finished stretching anyway.
As Rielle stepped from their little den, she gazed at a transformed world. Mystically capturing the woven night in its beams of spinning fairy floss, the moon still shone. But it sat lower and was trickier than the sun, so bright moonbeams stretched into the forest where sunlight would never go. Rielle almost forgot her new mission, preferring to sit and look at the night’s charm, but she forced herself on.
‘We need the herd,’ she whispered to Pud. ‘If Benny’s anywhere, he’ll be there.’
Pud sniffed the air then trotted off to find the unicorns. Rielle glanced around then quickly followed. Sensible Pud found unicorn tracks and then saw the unicorn glow, so he led Rielle with perfect ease to the quietly dozing herd.
In a pocket of moss-strewn forest, so old that it made the stars seem young, the unicorns flamed in white gentle glory, basking in a light of their own special power that blazed like a brilliant meteor.
Rielle was overcome. Unicorns in sleep were more majestic than it was possible to believe! As usual, they were completely daunting and words were already sticking in her throat. She hated to disturb them as they seemed so content, but they saw her before she saw them.
Straight away, Candela understood. She sighed inwardly at the brave human girl, and knew that now, there could be trouble to face. Candela knew humans better than they knew themselves. Despite her misgivings, she did what unicorns do. With a gentle manner she glided over to meet Rielle.
Candela bowed graciously. ‘Rielle?’ Then effortlessly, she shifted her light to surround the girl and the dog.
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