The three of them busied themselves for quite a while.
Only then did the unicorn Anderson climb to his feet from the ground, panting heavily.
He pointed one forehoof at the fallen horn.
He had intended to lift his hooves and leave, but after hesitating for a while, he kept calling out to Ogg.
In the end, he gave Luna one last look filled with sympathy and gratitude before leaving without looking back.
The gratitude was one thing... but what was with the sympathy?
They picked up the horn, which was covered in a decayed aura. The two girls examined it repeatedly but could not make sense of it.
"Mr. Ogg, what happened?"
In the end, Luna spoke up, snapping Ogg out of his daze as he stood motionless.
"I was worried about Anderson's condition, but he said he was already fine..."
Ogg did not finish speaking. He was still trying to figure out what Anderson's final string of complicated calls had meant. The sounds unicorns made were not language, but sounds containing their emotions.
"Is it really all right for a unicorn's horn to break off like that?"
Luna looked worried. The little unicorn in Iris's arms had watched his father leave, and his eyes held both concern and reluctance.
In the end, he struggled down to the ground and licked the palms of the two girls as they bent down.
Then he bid them farewell and followed in his father's footsteps.
"Generally speaking, it is normal for a unicorn's horn to fall off. Only by shedding it can a longer, more beautiful horn grow."
Ogg came back to his senses and took the horn from Luna.
"However, Anderson's horn was forcibly broken by backlash this time. I examined him, and there was no other damage."
After pausing, Ogg