"Where have you been?" Before the whiteness and the shining horn, Molly shrank to a shrilling beetle, but this time it was the unicorn's old dark eyes that looked down.

"I am here now," she said at last.

Molly laughed with her lips flat. "And what good is it to me that you're here now? Where where you twenty years ago, ten years ago? How dare you, how dare you come to me now, when I am this?"

"The Last Unicorn" is my favorite book, I've read it many times and I cannot explain with words how important it is to me 🦄💖. Yesterday I wanted to do something different to relax myself and I thought about drawing a little unicorn! 💖✨ And here it is! 😊🎶