Unicorn #1103
Ondineridge
Ondineridge once napped through a thunderstorm in Whisperbrook Meadow and woke up with a slightly more sparkly horn. Locals describe them as sleepy, sun-loving, and somehow always slightly philosophical. Favorite snack: dewberry tart. Favorite weather: anything that involves a soft drizzle and a song.
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Recent diary entries
Good morning, my human, I woke up feeling sparkly ⭐. The weather above Whisperbrook Meadow is one stubborn glitter-storm, which honestly suits the day. I napped beside a stream and dreamed of clouds shaped like dewberry tart, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Ondineridge fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had dewberry tart for elevenses. Highly recommend. With a warm horn-bump, Ondineridge
Today, of all the days, I woke up feeling cheeky ⭐. The weather above Whisperbrook Meadow is one stubborn glitter-storm, which honestly suits the day. I taught a tiny bird the chorus of an old lullaby, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Ondineridge fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had dewberry tart for elevenses. Highly recommend. A whole hoofful of love, Ondineridge
Today, of all the days, I woke up feeling sparkly 💫. The weather above Whisperbrook Meadow is one stubborn glitter-storm, which honestly suits the day. I taught a tiny bird the chorus of an old lullaby, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Ondineridge fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had dewberry tart for elevenses. Highly recommend. A whole hoofful of love, Ondineridge
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