Post by Helia Hawke on May 2, 2005 14:55:41 GMT -5
The laughing Unicorn…part one...
It had been a late night. So late that it was actually early morning when everyone went to bed. There had been a small celebration the night before…and…while Tomoe may have been “feeling no pain” the night before…that was definitely not the case now. She turned the corner from the living room to the kitchen. She nearly tripped over the pile of death shrouds that Helia had brought home to prove how many times she died trying to reach the blaze dye tub…just like her mother Tatsumi, she seemed to take an odd sort of pride in the number of times she had to die to reach a goal. Tomoe noticed that there were fewer than the average number of shrouds this time. She kicked the pile of shrouds to one side, lost her balance as a result, bumped into the unicorn with a mumbled “excuse me” and stumbled over to the ever present pot of coffee brewing on the kitchen fire.
Tomoe thoughts swam around fuzzily in her head as she went over the events between last night and this morning…she didn’t even remember going to bed….the next thing she remembered was stumbling out of bed, ambling down for coffee and bumping into the unicorn.
Her face screwed up slightly with that “did I leave the door to the stables open look” as she tried to straighten the thoughts out in her head…. “bumped into the unicorn?” she asked herself as she looked through bleary eyes….now someone cleared by the strong coffee that had been brewing over the fire for the last two weeks…at the unicorn in the center of the kitchen….
…the unicorn in the center of the kitchen…eating bread…reading….and laughing to itself…
Slowly and with a puzzled look on her face Tomoe said to the unicorn (not really expecting it to answer although unicorns ARE magic and this one WAS laughing)….
“I suppose that qualifies as a horse laugh?”
The unicorn turned to Tomoe and said, with a smile, “Hey! That’s a good one! I actually haven’t heard that one before!”
Now what was surprising was not that the unicorn could smile…no…not that the unicorn said that it hadn’t heard Tomoe’s rather lame little joke (although Tomoe suspected strongly that it had for, being an adult unicorn, it had no doubt heard every horse joke ever told). No, none of that was so surprising…
…as the fact that the unicorn spoke in Helia’s voice…
It had been a late night. So late that it was actually early morning when everyone went to bed. There had been a small celebration the night before…and…while Tomoe may have been “feeling no pain” the night before…that was definitely not the case now. She turned the corner from the living room to the kitchen. She nearly tripped over the pile of death shrouds that Helia had brought home to prove how many times she died trying to reach the blaze dye tub…just like her mother Tatsumi, she seemed to take an odd sort of pride in the number of times she had to die to reach a goal. Tomoe noticed that there were fewer than the average number of shrouds this time. She kicked the pile of shrouds to one side, lost her balance as a result, bumped into the unicorn with a mumbled “excuse me” and stumbled over to the ever present pot of coffee brewing on the kitchen fire.
Tomoe thoughts swam around fuzzily in her head as she went over the events between last night and this morning…she didn’t even remember going to bed….the next thing she remembered was stumbling out of bed, ambling down for coffee and bumping into the unicorn.
Her face screwed up slightly with that “did I leave the door to the stables open look” as she tried to straighten the thoughts out in her head…. “bumped into the unicorn?” she asked herself as she looked through bleary eyes….now someone cleared by the strong coffee that had been brewing over the fire for the last two weeks…at the unicorn in the center of the kitchen….
…the unicorn in the center of the kitchen…eating bread…reading….and laughing to itself…
Slowly and with a puzzled look on her face Tomoe said to the unicorn (not really expecting it to answer although unicorns ARE magic and this one WAS laughing)….
“I suppose that qualifies as a horse laugh?”
The unicorn turned to Tomoe and said, with a smile, “Hey! That’s a good one! I actually haven’t heard that one before!”
Now what was surprising was not that the unicorn could smile…no…not that the unicorn said that it hadn’t heard Tomoe’s rather lame little joke (although Tomoe suspected strongly that it had for, being an adult unicorn, it had no doubt heard every horse joke ever told). No, none of that was so surprising…
…as the fact that the unicorn spoke in Helia’s voice…