Unicorns and Foxes

"Good evening, miss." Oh! He bowed! Perhaps he was a nice... horned-horse. Fable hadn't met another creature with the same spark of intellect except her family's signature ravens. Suddenly she found herself feeling weirdly guilty about the deer she'd eaten recently. He had a warmth about him that reminded her (foolishly, maybe) of her father. He'd just recently set off to his homeland and she found herself missing him fiercely. Feeling encouraged by the thought, Fable put her remaining worry to rest and crept closer to the tall, shining stallion. "No, I can't say that I have..." she admitted, peering down at the glowing vegetation. It seemed to pulse faintly, growing in strength and then fading again. Everything in her was squirming to taste it. She'd never seen anything like it before and she doubted she'd see it again. "What do you think it tastes like?" she asked shyly. "I'm Fable, by the way. From Abaven."