The Unicorn and the Thief

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RECENT INACTIVITY:

I had a big show to put on this past weekend and had alot of practising and sewing of costumes, and a book deadline, and a birthday tomorrow so this week has been insanely busy. But I should be back to posting regularily this week. Thanks for sticking with me!

Natana: Thank you for the wonderful review.. I am glad you enjoyed the story! Yeah horse sex is just a little too kinky for me as well. Good luck on your classes!

Zuka: Thank you!

Madlodger: As I said before.. yeah beastiality isn't my forte either. Thank you for the praises! I hope you continue to enjoy the story! I haven't decided if he is going to retain any powers yet. About the bond thing... you'll just have to keep reading. *evil laugh*

Once in the village, the doctor took Regan to his house and put him on the table; he grabbed a water bucket shoving it into Arabeth’s hands. “Go get some water… while I examine him.

“I’ll be right back!” Arabeth ran out the door, she knew the doctor didn’t think it was proper for her to see a naked man. She sent Merilyn home calling over her shoulder. “Tell mom I’m helping the doctor and I’ll be home late!”

She hauled up a bucket of water then transferred it to her pail, it was only half full so she lowered it again. As she pulled it back up, she noticed Bronwyn running by crying, even in so quick a passing Arabeth could see she was sporting a black eye.

I wonder what happened to her? She hurried back to the doctor’s house, when she came in the doctor had draped a sheet over Regan’s waist. Arabeth put the bucket on the table.

They worked well as a team with the only conversation being instructions from the doctor and a few questions from Arabeth. It didn’t take long for them to have him cleaned up.

“Nothing’s seems to be broken.” The doctor finally announced.

“He’s cute even with all the swelling.” Arabeth peered at him closely. “And now that the dirt is off him.”

“He has the fine features of a noble by the look of him.” The doctor agreed. “And his hair grows clear down to his... well. Much further than we do, that’s certain.

“Do you really think someone beat him?” Arabeth sat on the floor looking up at the doctor. “There were so many hoof prints, I thought he’d been trampled.”

“We’ll have to ask him when he wakes up.” The doctor answered. “You did pretty well with those herbs Arabeth, do you have any interest in being a healer?”

“Really?” Arabeth beamed. “I’d love to, but I have to help my parents with the farm.”

“I’ll talk to them…” The doctor winked.

“That’d be wonderful!” Arabeth exclaimed then feeling a little embarrassed she changed the subject. “Bronwyn might need your help… when I saw her earlier she had a black eye almost like his.”

“Bronwyn?” The doc repeated questioningly. “Bedell must be at it again.”

“Nawt Rahnwyn!” Regan repeated groggily, struggling to get up.” Nawt Rahnwyn!”

“You’re awake!” Arabeth ran over to the table. “We know you’re not Bronwyn.” She smiled as she helped him sit up. “Who are you though?”

“Whoo?” Regan looked at her.

“Me?” Arabeth pointed to herself. “I’m Arabeth.”

“Ahm Air ra bet?” Regan asked.

“No, you’re… we don’t know yet.” Arabeth tried to explain; she pointed to herself. “Arabeth.” She then pointed at him with a questioningly look on her face.

“Rhee gahn..” Regan caught on quickly, he smiled pleased with himself, but the smile fled quickly as his lip split open hurting him again.

“Regan?” Arabeth pointed at him again, while saying his name.

“Yeh hess…Rheegahn.” Regan nodded. “Nawt Rahnwyn.”

“Maybe we should talk to Bronwyn?” The doctor finally spoke up, after watching Arabeth. She seemed to have a rapport with Regan, and after examining Regan he had a working theory.

Regan drew his legs up underneath him scrambling backwards off the table hitting the ground with a thump and still moving away upsetting bottles and instruments as his back finally hit the wall. As they clattered down around him he brought his hands up over his ears.

“Stop.. Stop!” Arabeth pleaded running after him. “Regan… it’s the doctor. Remember help?” She brushed bits of a broken bottle out of his long hair.

“We really need to get him some clothes!” The doctor said strolling out of the room, he returned a few minutes later with a smaller pair of pants.

While he was gone, Arabeth tried again to explain that the doctor was good.

“My son’s old clothes.” He said by way of explanation. “Stay by him Arabeth but turn your back so he can get dressed without damaging your parent’s sensibilities. I’m going to try to come closer and talk to him.”

“Dock-tour.. hellp.” Regan tried the new words out. “Docktour ees goodah.” He tensed when the doctor came near him but didn’t freak out again.

“Yes, I’m here to help you.” The doctor smiled holding the clothes out to Regan with one hand and patting his chest with the other. “I’m Doctor Peter Morgan… can you say that?”

Regan flicked a glance at Arabeth when she nodded he snatched the clothes away from the doctor. “Dockter Peet-tur More-gain.” He repeated watching the doctor warily.

“That’s a fine job Regan.” Doctor Morgan praised him. Well, he’s got a quick wit. “Put them on…” He plucked at his clothes. “Maybe you should just call me Doctor… might be easier until you learn more.”

“Dockter…eee-zee err!” Regan agreed from under the folds of the shirt; the shirt bobbed as he shook his head. He was trying to put his head through the arm hole.

Peter reached over tugging the shirt into place, Regan’s head popped out from under the shirt to catch Peter smiling at him. This teenaged boy reminded him of a much younger child. How was it a boy his age had not yet learned to dress himself?

“Docktor goodah!” Regan smiled back at Peter.

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