“It just gets my goat.” I replied with a shake of my head.
“The assholes. The jokers who thinks it’s funny to corrupt a Unicorn into a Bicorn.” I sighed. “I mean c’mon. Unicorns are Mamono already, why do so many dipshits feel the need to turn one of them into a sex fiend?” I asked grumpily.
I just stood there for a couple more hours observing what I could of the city and waiting for a repeat viewing of the sun. Eventually, Afrodille joined me in silently watching the view. It seemed out of character for her to do so. But, it was good for my mood to have some company.
When I mentioned to her my witnessing of the sun, Afrodille became anxious. According to her, such a sighting of the sun was locally known as a “Whisper of Dusk”; and was considered a bad omen to the one who had observed it. She asked me to be careful that day. I took her concerns serious and assured her that I would.