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The straps snapped open, and the horse lifted it's head from her hands. It shook it's head back and forth, knocking the helmet free, and tossing it's mane about in the air. With the helmet off, Juliette could clearly see a bizarre ivory colored lump in the center of it's forehead that was definitely solid, in contrast to the soft whiteness of it's skin and hair.

Whistles snorted and held it's head up to the sky. Then, right before Juliette's eyes, the lump grew into a coiled horn that shimmered in the light. Whistles lowered it's head back towards her, bringing the horn down towards her chest, and then touched the point of it just below her breast, over top her heart.

A warmth spread through her, washing away the pain and discomfort that had come from her fall, and replacing it with a sense of fortitude and strength. As the sensation proceeded, Whistles' horn began to dissolve, until it faded into nothing again and Juliette felt just as healthy as she ever had.