p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: .5in; line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face',serif;"Krysta normally didn't wander very far from the house, but she needed the walk. The night would have been pitch-black to most others, but for unicorns, the darkest night was bright as day, even with no moon. Because of this, Krysta was able to see the child cowering behind the ruins of a house./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: .5in; line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face',serif;"The child was surprisingly quiet for one who was so obviously frightened. The child was quite small, perhaps no more than three or four years old, but Krysta could not be sure with human children. It was, however, definitely female. The girl started when she saw Krysta. Krysta stopped where she was, not wanting to frighten her further. Trying to show that she meant no harm, Krysta laid down, uncomfortable as the ground was. It took several minutes for the girl to decide that Krysta was safe to approach./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: .5in; line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face',serif;"The child was curious; she wrapped her tiny hands around her pearly horn and locks of her snow-white mane. She gazed enchantedly at her crystal-like hooves and caressed her soft hair, which matched the color of her mane. When Krysta was certain that the child was comfortable around her, she shifted so that the girl could climb on her back. Hoping that using speech would not frighten the girl, Krysta whispered, "Come, child, climb on my back. I will take you to a safe place."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: .5in; line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face',serif;"Fortunately, the girl trusted her enough that she obeyed without question. Once she had scrambled into position, Krysta stood slowly. The child squealed in fright./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: .5in; line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face',serif;""It is all right, child. I will not let you fall. Hold onto my mane if you like." Krysta felt the girl's hands close around a chunk of her mane, and began walking home, keeping watch for those who had destroyed the girl's village./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: .5in; line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face',serif;"The child was surprisingly quiet for one who was so obviously frightened. The child was quite small, perhaps no more than three or four years old, but Krysta could not be sure with human children. It was, however, definitely female. The girl started when she saw Krysta. Krysta stopped where she was, not wanting to frighten her further. Trying to show that she meant no harm, Krysta laid down, uncomfortable as the ground was. It took several minutes for the girl to decide that Krysta was safe to approach./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: .5in; line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face',serif;"The child was curious; she wrapped her tiny hands around her pearly horn and locks of her snow-white mane. She gazed enchantedly at her crystal-like hooves and caressed her soft hair, which matched the color of her mane. When Krysta was certain that the child was comfortable around her, she shifted so that the girl could climb on her back. Hoping that using speech would not frighten the girl, Krysta whispered, "Come, child, climb on my back. I will take you to a safe place."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: .5in; line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face',serif;"Fortunately, the girl trusted her enough that she obeyed without question. Once she had scrambled into position, Krysta stood slowly. The child squealed in fright./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; text-indent: .5in; line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: 'Baskerville Old Face',serif;""It is all right, child. I will not let you fall. Hold onto my mane if you like." Krysta felt the girl's hands close around a chunk of her mane, and began walking home, keeping watch for those who had destroyed the girl's village./span/p