Hana walked through the downtown in silence, observing the area with no words. Night was slowly falling in, the sky was a dark blue with streaks of orange and pale pink. The female slid her hands into her pockets, a very tiny smile playing on her lips as a cool breeze caressed the feminine form.

A tall, muscular, pure white horse was standing at the end of an alleyway. She stood there just staring at the human. The moonlight made the animal look as if it were an angel of some sort because it made the horse almost glow. It could not be seen from where the human was but a large white horn had been savagly nailed to the horses head.

Hana cocked her head, she couldn't see anything strange, but she could hear something different. She continued awlking until she came nearer to what she could finally begin to see; there was a white figure, so pure it seemed to glow. She stifled any noise and stepped closer, revealing a giant horse. Her brow furrowed as she spotted the misfit on the horse's head; a horn. Was this some cruel joke? She came closer, whistling softly.
"Hello, horse." She called quietly.

The horse dipped her head in reply and nickered softly. She gently, slowly reached out her soft muzle towards the human. She then took a couple quiet steps towards her as well. The horn shined brightly as a shaft of moonlight reached it.

Hana smiled gently reaching her hand out to allow the horse to smell her, eyeing the moonlit horn. A piece of nail was seen from such imbedding and she frowned. "You're a pretty horse, aren't you? I bet that hurt you, though, didn't it..." She raised her fingers to brush over the muzzle of the horse.

Dreamspeaker closed her eyes for a moment as she savored the touch of the human's hand. She whinnied softly and bobbed her head a bit. Indeed having that horn nailed into her head was painful beyond belief, and it had all been because they wanted a white unicorn, wild, in their stupid show. The had caught her and nailed it savagly into her head then they had her do the show then shooed her away when it was over, cursing her with a horn for the rest of her life.

Hana stroked the muzzle and upper neck of the mare, chuckling at the happiness in the horse's movements and eyes. "You're all alone, too." She observed, running her fingers through the thick, white mane. She made sure not to touch the horn, in case it would cause any possible pain.

Dreamspeaker bowed her head over the girls shoulder as if in a hug. Her warm breath on the girls back. She like this human, and soon found herself trusting her. When the human spoke she again bobbed her head up and down. Her wight mane swinging back and forth with the movement. Maybe this is a good time to explain what this wonderous horse looks like....

As you have already figured out she has a horn nailed savagly to her head. But that was not the onlgy thing oddly atatched tot he body of this Snowy mare. She had studs, real diamond studs lining her hooves. And had odd scars all over her sleek body, almost like tiger marks.

Hana smiled, nuzzling her nose into the warm fur of the mare's neck. She chuckled, observing the horse more closely. Amazing, she'd never known a hores like this could exist, almost like a Fairytale. She was suprised noone had tried to capture her.
"You should stay with me." She decided, running her fings through the mane with a furrowed brow. Almost as if this horse could understand her, ne?

The white horse nickered and blew on the girls hair, making it blow around a bit before settling back down, her warm breath rested on the other's skin. She liked this girl, but, how could she get t he girl to know her name?

Hana chuckled, the horse seemed delighted. The warm breathing rippled over every patch of skin it could reach, fingers gently scratching the black end of her muzzle idly. The moonlight glistened so prettily off the horse it made her wonder if she was truly awake, but the coolair sending chills down her spine, warmed up by the majestic mare told her otherwise.

The white mare stared at the human, her eyes would appear to be black at first sight, but as she turned her head and put one large eye level to the girl's a ray of moonlight shined on it, showing its true color, purple.

The mare blinked big eyelashes and watched the girl, the entire time thinking about how she would get the human to know her name, after all, Dreamspeaker, wasn't exactly an east name to get.