Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160605202324/@comment-5543592-20160609012541

"Uh, no." Crimson said smartly, whipping the reins into motion with one hand, held loosely around Juliette's side. Whistles started off at a trot, tail whisking behind him.

"He doesn't actually need reins, that's just to keep up the appearance." Crimson said, explaining why he didn't bother to keep Whistles under control. "He understands English pretty well, and can even talk back.  He's got unicorn magic, I guess, and sort of sends you thought pictures.  Images of how he knows things, like to 'im a wolf is a 'mean grey thing that smells bad', although he'd never gone and done it to anyone 'sides me.  Before me, he had only met one other person.  A lass who had found him when he was a lone fowl and fed him by hand for a bit.  If ya think about it, none of this would've been possible without her.  If he hadn't learned that people aren't all bad, I'd probably have died since he'd've run away at our first meeting 'stead of investigatin' me."