The elves didn’t bother to ask about Liffi’s predilections. They knew them, which is why she found herself in a high upstairs bedroom by herself. She’d loved turrets and towers since girlhood when she’d read fairy tales about castles with steeples. From the vantage point of her turret, she spied a morning unicorn frolicking on the edge of the woodlands.
Hyssith greeted her before she could say a word, when she came downstairs. “I know. I’ll take you to the woods. But be aware, only a maiden pure of heart can tame a unicorn.”
The look of dismay on Liffi’s face produced the usual tinkling laughter.
“Liffi, you should not confuse purity of heart with being a virgin. If elves thought like that, nobody would be worthy of consideration. This is what we’ll do—we’ll go to the woodlands, you’ll
