When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
How...unseemly the sight of her bare toes were upon the cobblestone pathway underfoot. The cold nipped at her skin even despite her body's internal tendency to run far hotter than any normal human. As much as Aislinn hated to admit it, though her equine flesh was nothing short of pristinely breathtaking, her human form required a bit of care that she lacked both the facilities and financial capabilities to provide it. An audible sigh left her lips as her pale gaze turned upward towards the man she was certain was the worst fit for a being as perfect as herself. Her acceptance of that invitation, however, came with a healthy dose of skepticism along with her own threat of what might happen if he dared to lay a finger upon her. Though Aislinn appeared to be little more than an innocent, fragile girl, beneath that veneer still rested the warrior Celtic Queen she was once known so well to be. She eyed him with a singular raised brow as he laughed in the face of her warning - as if he thought she was incapable of wielding a weapon! Aislinn, however, remained silent at the sound of his amusement, even in spite of his insistence that he completely believed her - with that boyish grin still spread across his lips. A soft, audible 'hmph' resonated from her throat as Aislinn placed her hand upon her hip, her chin rose ever so slightly. Her every movement was somehow unmistakably proud...which in itself was almost impressive given how the girl resembled some odd mismash of homelessness and prestige all bundled together.
Thankfully, Aislinn's arrogance was momentarily distracted by a weakness greater than her pride - the lure of shopping. Her pale blue gaze turned to follow his gesture down the sidewalk and without any further coaxing, Aislinn fell easily into step beside him. The Unicorn was entirely steadfast in her desire not to be touched by his contaminated skin - as if the darkness that seeped into his soul could transfer to her at even the slightest caresses. Purposefully, she kept at least an inch between them, avoiding any accidental brushes with the man as her. The goosebumps that blossomed upon her arms and caused shivers to run down her spine were wholly ignored by Aislinn as much as they were her companion. After all, there was little either could do about the cold - that is, beyond what had already been planned. Instead, Aislinn turned her attention to the strangers they passed upon the street, her icicle gaze swept over their outfits in vague curiosity. How very different this era was then the ones that had come before it. Or perhaps she had merely stayed away from the modern world for longer than she had thought. She last remembered long dresses and square necklines with a heaping amount of layers of fabric over large metal waistlines. How fashion had changed!
Much to Aislinn's surprise, her companion stopped abruptly in front of what seemed like...well...a rather fashionable boutique. The Unicorn hadn't anticipated much from her companion in the way of clothing options and yet...perhaps she had underestimated him. His coat, after all, certainly had a sort of weight and quality to it that was reminiscent of the aristocratic affluent men she'd last spent any amount of time with. His offer to buy her a wardrobe in itself hinted he had some sort of money, though perhaps this was not surprising. Wealth so often followed hand in hand with corruption. He held open the door for her and without hesitation, Aislinn stepped inside. She gave distinctly little thought to her current wardrobe any further, nor did she notice the look she'd received by the woman behind the counter as she confidently made her way to the first rack that caught her attention. Though the store held within it a plethora of colors, Aislinn was interested in one shade alone. Her fingers reached out to push aside several hangers to better eye the wears. Her gaze, however, deviated briefly from the clothing to her nails. As much as she hated to admit it, the equine life brought with it some level of...dirt that her fingers and feet had not been immune to. Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft, almost hesitant voice of the man behind her and slowly her gaze turned briefly towards him.
Aislinn was almost...dismissive as she assured him that she required little help in picking out items to wear. The Unicorn was, after all, nothing if not terribly decisive when she chose to be. Her attention returned to the item within her hand as Aislinn informed her companion that he would be required for nothing else beyond carrying and paying for her purchases. She noted the soft sound of relief upon his lips as Aislinn moved several hangers aside, searching for something in her size. Her brows furrowed as she lifted a white cocktail dress from the racks, only to hold it against her figure. Her gaze turned upward towards the man and yet, her query of the era's....rather revealing style went unanswered, thanks largely to Aislinn's own enthusiasm for a pair of shoes that had quickly garnered her attention. And how beautiful they were! So perfectly white. So pristine. So slender and minimalistic and so tall. Quickly she abandoned the first dress in her companion's arms before making her way towards the heels, only to point upwards towards them as she glanced back at him with clear expectation for him to retrieve them for her. She watched with fascination as William stepped forward to pluck from the shelves the heels that had caught her attention. Aislinn quickly reached out for them, only to turn them studiously in her hand as she inspected them. She placed one shoe down, the strap on the second was deftly undone before she placed the second shoe on the ground, only to slide her foot within it.
The Unicorn was wholly inattentive to the way her companion studied her as she tried on the shoe. It didn't quite fit her foot but at least it gave her a glimpse of what life in those high heels felt like. How...utterly wonderful were these inventions! It was the almost cautious query from his lips that drew her gaze upward towards him and yet...how many different answers that question had! A soft sound of consideration hummed upon her lips before she nodded in agreement. "I arrived here last week from Mongolia. The plains women do not care for fashion so much as functionality." She informed him, certain it was the latest country she'd spent her time within that he queried after. "I am from the place you now call....England, I suppose. We called it Britannia, then." Aislinn added after some thought. The countries had changed quite a bit since her time. The Unicorn's accent, however, was wholly indistinguishable, unlike anything that now filled the country she'd once led in an epic revolution. "I would like these. In my size." Aislinn informed him abruptly as she bent down to pick up the shoes. "As well as those....and those." She pointed to several others on the shoe rack before her attention returned to the clothes that surrounded her, the woman determined to find matching outfits without even a second thought given to the information she'd only just revealed of herself. After all, where she was from was, she was certain, the least interesting thing about her.
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles
it's the last unicorn