Gasp!
A wild Avis appears!
Tuesday darts into the kitchen humming the mission impossible theme. Hands clasped, finger gun style.
Hands still up, her bony ass hits a chair. Hazels cast about the room. Seeing no one but the two of them they drop. And start a tempo on her lap.
The unicorn's silent.
ish
Every so often hazels are drawn to the Warlock, then once more about the room.
It takes several repeats of this before the unicorn starts scooting her chair closer.
The sound is a screech on the floor.
Once the unicorn is close enough a grin is grinned.
"Hi~!"