[ Adam has seen a lot of weird shit in his very short life. Ghosts, sentient forests, dream birds, dead kings. He knows the world around him doesn't always follow the rules when it comes to strangeness. And yet, when he sees the unicorn on the street he has to pause, lift a dirty hand to his eyes and rub them as though somehow they'll fix his eyesight and everything will be normal.
Or as close to normal as he can get.
Of course, the foal remains, and Adam continues staring, only realising someone is speaking when his own daemon nudges him in the back of the knee and he looks up. Unconsciously, Adam shifts a little, to put the man on his good side, curiousity winning over his fear. ]
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Or as close to normal as he can get.
Of course, the foal remains, and Adam continues staring, only realising someone is speaking when his own daemon nudges him in the back of the knee and he looks up. Unconsciously, Adam shifts a little, to put the man on his good side, curiousity winning over his fear. ]
Sorry, I missed that. What did you say?