Noctisardor Bypass High unicorn tolerance

Goldfinch could not have said how long she stayed there, collapsed in the grass. When she heard Rowyn's voice, she thought she must be dreaming. Dreaming, or dying — but real or not, she could never ignore his call. Her eyes fluttered open after a moment. Goldfinch pulled herself to her feet, tail moving with hope and tentative joy in spite of the pain. She'd missed her boy, more than she'd realized she would.

She managed a weak howl, stepping toward the sound of his voice even if she had no hope of clearing the distance between them herself. She just wanted to see him. If she could see him, then maybe she could finally let herself truly rest.