[color=silver][center][h2][color=#595555]πΉπ‘’π“π“π“Œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘”[/color][/h2] __________________________________________________[/center] It was Skobeloff that broke the silence next, wanting to know why she brought up unicorns out of the blue. Fellwing tried not to frown. She wasn't sure whether the Trickster knew the answer and just wanted to get her in trouble, or whether he was genuinely clueless. From what she knew, Skobe was a clever sort, so she could only assume the former. For a prank, this one was rather cruel. Fellwing took her time to answer, wanting to make sure she sounded convincing enough when she finally said, as nonchalant as she could: [color=#595555]"Nothing in particular. I get like this when I fly; the wind under my wings makes my mind wander."[/color] It was at least half true. What she left unsaid was just that more often than not, her mind wandered to her visions. With that, she did her best to change the subject and practice a skill she'd neglected for years: small talk. Hopefully, that would keep her clutchmate from asking any more sensitive questions in front of so many prying eyes. [/color]