Something was going to happen.
There was a sense of...something. Anticipation...? Curling and coiling through the unicorn.
She was keyed up, her blood was thrumming, or maybe her internal clock was just tick-tick-ticking away. Counting down to....something.
It wasn't a bad something. She knew that.
No spiders seen and no doom felt. So not bad.
But something, definitely. Important too. Like she was coming to a fork in the road, a Big Decision....but she wasn't the one deciding. She didn't have too. Like she was just continuing on, but she was...gnawing her lip. This was just weird. And trying to figure it out was giving her a headache.
Sucking in a breath just to - everything was suddenly electric.
Behind her there was a familiar noise...a rush. A pop.
The sound of air being displaced.