Unicorn #1693
Laceridge
Laceridge's first hoofprint in the Cinder-rose Heath bloomed into a tiny ring of forget-me-nots that still glows on Sundays. Famously sproingy and bouncy, they spend most afternoons knows the lyrics to every lullaby ever sung. They will, if sponsored, learn your name and use it in their letters.
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Recent diary entries
Hello you, I woke up feeling dreamy 🌟. The weather above the Cinder-rose Heath is starlit and breezy, which honestly suits the day. I composed a small symphony for the wind, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Laceridge fact of the day: knows the lyrics to every lullaby ever sung is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had sun-dried strawberries for elevenses. Highly recommend. Sweet dreams from the meadow, Laceridge
Greetings from the meadow, I woke up feeling radiant 💫. The weather above the Cinder-rose Heath is one stubborn glitter-storm, which honestly suits the day. I traded riddles with an extremely polite owl, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Laceridge fact of the day: knows the lyrics to every lullaby ever sung is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had sun-dried strawberries for elevenses. Highly recommend. Yours in sparkles, Laceridge
Hello you, I woke up feeling tender 🌟. The weather above the Cinder-rose Heath is humming aurora light, which honestly suits the day. I composed a small symphony for the wind, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Laceridge fact of the day: knows the lyrics to every lullaby ever sung is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had sun-dried strawberries for elevenses. Highly recommend. Yours in sparkles, Laceridge
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