Owain's first thought upon spotting the graceful white creature drinking from the stream was that this was one very odd-looking pegasus. It had a horn, like the ones Falcon Knights rode... but where were its wings? He flew closer for a better look. Its tail was all wrong, too. More like a griffon's than a horse's...

...Hold on. Could this possibly be... a unicorn? Legends spoke of the beautiful and elusive guardians of the woodlands, but he didn't know of anyone who'd actually seen one... or who even believed they were real, for that matter. But there it was, right in front of him, and it wasn't a pegasus or a horse. Yes, it had to be a unicorn! Wait'll he told everyone back home about this!

He landed on a low branch, grinning with barely-contained excitement but forcing himself to stop and consider how best to befriend the creature. The last thing he wanted to do was spook it. But just how did one go about taming a unicorn, anyway? Was there some mystical ancient incantation that would summon it to his side? 'Purity' had something to do with it, if he recalled the legends correctly (and he always did), but what did that even mean? Man, why couldn't centuries-old children's tales have been more specific?

...Well, he had to try something.

"Here, unicorn! Heeeere, unicorn! Come on," he called quietly, followed by kissy noises. That worked for calling pretty much every animal, right?