Tillas watched the black mare carefully as she seemed to think over Tillas' answer. It must have been deemed acceptable, as the mare replied, "Only unicorns live here, in World's Edge, and King Mauja will have to decide if you may remain," Excellent. More unicorns to impress. Hahaha. Not. But Tillas remained silent, struggling to close her mouth. The mare watched as the charcoal unicorn breathed in deeply, and let out a bugle, a deep but feminine call. Lovely. Tillas blinked again, and wondered who in the world was King Mauja.
"So who is King Mauja?" She asked. The porcelain pale mare sighed to herself. She was exhausted, in an irritable sort of mood, and would love to settle down for a good long sleep. She hadn't slept well at all alone when travelling.