Where do unicorns go?

Amalthea closed her eyes for most of the ride. It was loud, strange, and it wasn't fear per se, more of a focus on the experience of riding in the car Ronan and Noah called the Pig. She she caught the scent of fresh air, she opened her eyes again, watching the landscape change. It seemed rude to go to a place like Cabeswater in a thing so loud, so insistent. But they told her they wanted to try something, and Amalthea liked Cabeswater. Once or twice she'd gone on her own, taken her shoes off and stayed close to the trees. Noah said they talked to Ronan; she wondered what they said.

She was relieved when they actually got there, climbing out of the car as soon as she could, skittish, all legs and arms, like a newborn fawn. But when she caught herself there was an ageless grace about her, and every movement she made was beautiful, even in its awkwardness or uncertainty. She was getting better about moving in this body that wasn't her own, accepting her cage. The thought frightened her, terribly. If she accepted it fully, she would never be able to escape it again.

Today found her in a knee-length white dress that Biffy had picked out for her.

She tucked her pale hair back, holding a long strand as she looked at the forest.

"What did you want to show me?"