If the Consilium was bribed with Star's baked goods then they'd be good about their Rits, but as Star's only shown them eye-rolls, Guardian Scoldings, and water pistol squirting, they're behaving like naughty children.

Bribery. Totally the way to go.
....or maybe that only worked for Unicorns. They did survive on sugar and rainbows.

So with the precision of...some precise animal thing, Tuesday makes her way out of bed, since she still hasn't fixed her canopy situation. Whatever. It worked. Kinda.

The still half asleep unicorn makes her way out of her room to potty, fuel up and most importantly leave Star a note. It's a post-it, neon green, since that's the Acanthus color.

Ritting Up. (Today. Haven't done it yet. I just woke up. But imma do it.)
Strawberry Cheesecake Please.
Or cupcakes.
But strawberry ones.
Or with strawberry frosting.
Craving strawberries.
~ The Most Awesomeest Day of the Week!

That done, Tuesday pads back to her room. Because her feets were clad in mismatched socks. One, a white with purple stars, and the other was a fuzzy orange anckle sock. Don't ask her why, she distictly remembers going to bed in lime green toe socks.

Top drawer folded neatly, and totally clean. Like for reals clean and not just clean enough, were her sky blue on navy blue anchor socks. She's only Ritted once without them and it sucked.

Pealing off her mysterious mismatched socks, she pulls on her Rit-Anchor socks and settles in, breathing in....and out....in...out...

The glyph work springs to life, slowly but certainly expanding, weaving itself into more complex and stronger patterns until Tuesday it begins to look, feel like what the unicorn desires.

To the Acanthus, she's singing, weaving her magic like she would a melody. Only stopping to stretch, walk around for a bit and find something to drink, before returning to the song. Until it finally settles around her, opening her eyes to the world.

Falling back to the floor Tuesday knows she should wait for her Shield. Since wow, This took a while and while unicorn bladders were awesome, she couldn't last any longer.

A potty break, which turned into dinner and a movie, which turned into a nap that was actual sleep meant that the unicorn didn't get to her Shielding until the next day.

Which of course meant that she adds a sometime to her Post-it to Star.

Actually it's on a whole nother Post-it. Since they be tiny.

omg strawberry kiwi smoothies omg.
~Still the bestest Weekday. =^-^=

Once she's back in her room she settles where she'd been the day before when she went about doing this. She doesn't even have to brake to put on her anchor socks since she's still wearing 'em.

Until yesterday when her glyph work unfolds, the unicorn's mind isn't so much on the song, but the weft and weave of a tapestry, a blanket. Something that brought the sense of safety to the girl.

Like before she brakes, the loom of her spell-work steady and waiting for the next row as she walks around and finds something to eat, snags some gatorade and returns to the loom.

Weft, weave, notes, song.

The mantra that carried the Acanthus onward until she feels the security blanket of her Shielding settle upon her shoulders.

"Yep." she yawns to herself. "I totally deserve some strawberry yummies."


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