“I’ve decided to call you Archie,” I tell my familiar as we ready ourselves for the transition. I still don’t know what it entails, but I can tell from the camp Milo is setting up that it’s not going to be pretty. “If you’re sure you’re okay with it.”
More than okay, the unicorn promises me. It feels right.
“Tell me,” I say to Milo as he pitches the tent that Archie conjured out of thin air. “What part of me moving through space requires us to have a tent set up?”
He chuckles softly, but I barely pay it any heed; I’m far too fixated on the way his biceps clench and unclench as he hammers at the stakes. “Now might be a good time for you to ask Archie exactly how the transition works.”
I grimace as I turn toward my familiar. “Well?”
I’ll have to… stab you. In the heart… with my horn.
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