A rarity. Pure white from the tip of the spiralled horn upon her brow, to the length of her tail. Silvery hooves pounded the ground almost silently as the elusive creature came out to race the winds under moonglow.

The unicorn was rarely if ever seen, save perhaps by some fleeting glance.

Travelers stories woven in taverns, or boasts for a bet or two.

Never had she been seen in daylight. Elusively keeping to the deeply forested areas.

Only at night would she venture forth, into the meadows, the fields. Usually to prance amongst the flowers, or race the fleeting winds.

One might even hear a whinny upon the breeze. Though by the time they would arrive, she would be gone. A distant memory.