Conclusion
It had been many months since I had seen Day and Night as I had grown to call the enigma that was my unicorn/winged man. Each day I watched and waited for him in unicorn form to show and take me for a ride or nuzzle my hand, but he never showed. At night I lay awake staring up at the sky, searching for wings, but I never heard the flutter, or felt the softness brush up against my body. Sighing noisily, I gathered the berries that never seemed to go out of season to mash them up into the jam I was making for my wheat bread I had baked in the stone oven I had created from the earth. It was not easy, but after the first few days of realizing I was going to be alone from that point forward, I knew I had to figure out how to make my life self-sustaining.
As I placed the berries on the already-stained crushing rock, I cradled my swollen belly and sighed again. In a short while I would be holding a little one and I wondered what he would look like. Would he have purple eyes? Would he be a baby horse with a horn? The thought of me giving birth to a unicorn made me giggle and I grimaced when I realized I had gotten berry juice on my hands and a spot on my bare belly. I had not worn clothes since the night he had removed them from me, the night of our passionate lovemaking that had created the new life inside of me. Waddling over to the pond, I began to wash off the berry juice when I nearly jumped out of my skin. A naked man with long white hair burst out of the forest and crawled on his hands and knees toward me.
Heart pounding furiously against my ribs, I charged out of the water and ran to where he lay curled in a ball. I approached cautiously, wondering what sort of man runs through a forest naked and gasped when I bent down and moved his hair out of his face revealing familiar features to me. Was it my unicorn/winged man? His hair was long and silky white, flowing over his shoulders and I could not help but wonder how he was in human form. When I touched his shoulder lightly, he woke, startled and turned to stare up at me with large, frightened purple eyes. I let out a cry when I recognized those eyes and pulled him to me in a light embrace, mindful of my swollen belly.