"August," Albusflores repeated, spacing out for a moment as he committed the name into his memory. That was a beautiful name. Fitting. End of summer in Ureal language and 'esteemed' in Aheal. "If it gets out that you are a dark dryad. So I'm sorry about-- that." He really was. His master… no, no one deserved to be persecuted for a idiotic reason like that. He felt tears falling down his cheeks. It was embarrassing to be a crybaby, but he really was sorry and he was too tired to control his own emotions. The connection he felt to his master made it all seem like he had endangered his own family and that was unforgivable for a unicorn.
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