Cinnamon sat on her bed reading a book titled The History of Winter Festivals, eager to spend her time cooped up indoors productively. Her finger froze on a page with the header Winter Wrap Up “Ah…I knew it was today…does that mean…it’s only on leap years?” Cinnamon had heard her neighbors chatting about the festival but knew nothing about it herself. What did one do at “Winter Wrap Up”? Intrigued, she read through the five or so pages dedicated to the holiday. She scribbled the important information on a piece of parchment:…Zephyr Town…party…all night event. She looked at her little list and frowned. “Impossible” she said aloud to herself. Walking to her window she peaked ever-so-slightly outside, moving the curtain with a finger. It was unthinkable going anywhere, much less “Zephyr Town” where she had never been, in these conditions. Cinnamon wasn’t much of a party person but if the weather was nice she could at least excuse herself early. She jumped back onto her warm, fluffy bed and looked up at the ceiling…reading books was surely more worthwhile than partying…
I’ve never heard of a unicorn laying an egg -skeptical look- I’ll have to check my books for this one -runs her finger along the spines of her books on magical creatures, searching for one on unicorns-
