The little goals

What's on the agenda for today?
Nap. Check.
Writing. Doing that now. Check.
Beach... if I don't do it before work, I'm for sure going after work. It's going to be another beautiful night.


The story of the wizardess and the unicorn continues. Not quite as before, more carefully, and with more love.
When the wizardess let down the veil of magical fantasy that had surrounded them, the unicorn revealed why it was taking him so long to get to her. He was stuck in a mire, help had been called, but he wasn't free. If he tried to take a step, he would be sunk even further. And not only that, but deep in the mire were thorns and they stabbed and scratched at him until he bled, but still he had to wait. There were also people to save, and he could only save them by staying. "Beloved wizardess, I would have been there the moment you called, had I been able. There was no need for all the magic. But wait I must, until help arrives." The wizardess wept. The pain and frustration that she had added to his life since he had shielded her from witnessing his pain. But now she was no longer in the dark. Now she could be more careful. So she waited, sending what magic she could to ease his suffering instead of adding to it. "Be strong my unicorn, help is coming. The universe has heard my call combined with yours. It is coming. Soon you will be free, and I will tend to your cuts and bruises."