[Élise brings her hand a little closer one more time, then draws it back and puts several steps between them when it just prompts more distress. The unicorn clearly will not tolerate her presence, which is a little insulting.
Something drifts into her mind then, a hazy memory of unicorns and the legends thereof; the qualities they embody, and the ones they require those who touch them to have.]
That's all right, Sakura. Don't try to force it.
[If she's right, there's nothing the girl could do to make Élise acceptable. That ship sailed years ago.]
I believe it's because I'm...an adult, and you're still growing. In my world, they tell stories about how unicorns only let [ahem] young people close to them.
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Something drifts into her mind then, a hazy memory of unicorns and the legends thereof; the qualities they embody, and the ones they require those who touch them to have.]
That's all right, Sakura. Don't try to force it.
[If she's right, there's nothing the girl could do to make Élise acceptable. That ship sailed years ago.]
I believe it's because I'm...an adult, and you're still growing. In my world, they tell stories about how unicorns only let [ahem] young people close to them.