Nothing Else to Do
You decide to follow the unicorn. You're in a strange place, in a strange body, with no explanations, and he and his talking rock are probably your best chance of finding out what's going on. The rock's offer of language lessons sounds good too.
Besides, they're the only things here besides trees. You might as well follow them.
You quickly jam a stick into the ground in the spot where you first appeared, just in case it's important, and hurry after the unicorn. He's stopped among the trees and is patiently waiting. His clothing - something like a gray-green tunic - blends in perfectly with the plants, though it's hard to see why when his white fur stands out so brightly.
The unicorn leads the way through the trees without a word. There's a faint trail through the underbrush - like a deer trail, but wider - and he follows it.
Written by Chrysalis on 23 October 2007
