Clearly, Fiadh still had a lot to learn about her new fae-daughter. For Maeve the small island on which she had been born had been 'close' to her parents even when she was a good two days ride away and the temptation to explore this world, with her new Sight, it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Knowing Lorcan would be upset if she did get lost or get herself into trouble she did, however, limit her wandering to just what she could cover on her own two feet rather than a horse.
Maeve hadn't explore beyond Endora and a tiny proportion of the Autumn capital since she had turned from human to fae but she had a suspicion she would have found this area of the world beautiful even without the heightened senses. She took her time as she meandered through the wall trees. The climate here was much more pleasant than the Wilds she now called home. A cool breeze blew off the coastline and whilst it was broken up by the thick foliage it still ruffled her hair. This place reminded her of Arun and the life he had given her after her escape from slavery. Such a time felt a lifetime ago.
A sudden sound to her left caught her sensitive ears and her head whipped round towards it. Nothing move amongst the trees but she stayed frozen anyway, her breath slowing. Those skills she had learnt from the cradle about hunting and becoming unseen were engrained into her very being. Her hand slid for the bow slung over her back and one of the arrows in a quiver at her hip. But something made her stay her hand and instead she watched and listened. Sure enough after a few moments had passed from the thicket moved a white horse. It began to walk towards her with caution, each step a tentative show of trust. Maeve's hands slowly lowered so as not to spook the beast and her jaw almost hit the floor.
"A unicorn," she whispered to nobody in particular. The mare stopped a safe distance away. Raphael had told her of the animals when she had begun her long list of questions about what was real and what really was a fairytale. Unicorns were protected beings amongst the fae. To hurt one was a death sentence and to see one a rare gift. The animal slowly bowed and Maeve mimicked the motion. Then, with great care she stepped forward with her hand outstretched. The mare seemed to consider it, her ears twitching to and fro before slowly pushing her soft nose into the girls outstretched hand.