She shook her head, to clear the dream: she’d slipped, momentarily, into the person of a raven soaring over a line of knights on horseback. Clearly not her real self.
The unicorn foal not twenty paces away shook its head in imitation and stared at her with its wide golden eyes. She would have frozen… but she didn’t. Somewhere, some horse-borne ancestor woke and smiled, smiled with her whole body, and extended a hand for the foal to sniff. It came forward, on its young white legs, and nuzzled her gently, just as the library lions had done, only here it was feathery-soft lips rather than sun-warmed stone.
E. P. Beaumont 
Lovely, l especially liked the smiling with it’s whole body, beautiful!
Wonderful use of descriptive words and I loved how the ancestor in her woke. Beautiful snippet, creating a wondrous image. Big Thank you!
Intriguing scene. Great description. Nice six!
Whimsical!
Lovely description! I can “See” the unicorn!
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A.
Very descriptive and “flowy”
Some lovely description here. Thanks for sharing!
Excellent six! So descriptive and puts the reader right in the heart of the scene.
great passion in those words. i could feel the arm extending to the foal. nicely done.
Beautiful writing. I’ve been loving this
Lovely descriptions!!
Love the description, well done! Nice six 🙂
I liked how the ‘horse-borne ancestor woke and smiled’. Just who is this character? Want to know more. . .
Beautiful six! Thanks for sharing!
Lyrical, as always. You’re building such an interesting world; thanks for sharing it with us.
ooh, unicorns! *beaming*
…should that be ‘persona of a raven’ instead of ‘person’?
oooh, I want to see the ‘library lions’!!