Roulette rather thought that she was wasting away slowly, in this land of everlasting darkness. She had eaten the funny, nasty-tasting moss and roamed by herself, drifting through the foggy lands like a ghost.
Her ears twitched, then pricked curiously, as the ex-racehorse turned towards he who was calling her name. Her blue eyes - darkened now, by pain and fear - fixed upon the unicorn.
"Deal?" she whispered, hardly believing her ears. "Where is he? Take me to him, please," she begged, hardly realising that he voice had broken on the last word.