It was something to do. Different and new. Even if it was technically old. Since. Old Sacramento. But new for Tuesday since. Not spent a lot o'time here.
So here. Walking. In a new-old place, following her feet to where her peepers were peeping and just letting the threads drift and float, anchoring while guiding.
Because Fate.
With jaunty steps and a wordless melody on her lips, the Unicorn of Many Faces wondered about.