But before looking into the mirror like surface of water you turn back towards the pooka.
“Wait! I changed my mind.”
The pooka gives a snort of annoyance then darkness greets you once more, as you stand on two legs now not four.
“Tis be thinking I found why the others avoid your kind.”
“Well you said the choice is mine to take and so I have taken it. But what of fay tricks as I do not wish to be a girl.”
“Slander! Our enemies spread such tales to make us look badly to others.”
“I can really trust you to give me what I ask and nothing more?”
Do you think I be above rules then mortal? And here I friendly like offered you my aim freely asking nothing for myself! Perhaps I should just be on my way and leave you for another to find?
“Sorry!” you add quickly as you shiver at the very idea of being left in this inky darkness of limbo between worlds. “I wish to be a unicorn.”
The pooka begins to glow or are you simply now able to see the glow as suddenly being able to smell a equine scent that you somehow know belongs to the creature before you fills you with puzzlement for the moment.
“Not why ya be standing there a staring at me for colt?” the pooka asks equine grin gracing his muzzle as he regards you with interest.
“Why...” he begin only to stop as you look around in surprise finding yourself back on solid land once more. No longer in limbo it seems but why is it so dark?
“Its dark because its night. You daft or something?” he asks then softens his speech as if an adult speaking to a child. “Time passes differently on this side lad. Look up in the sky and to the left.”
You do as told lifting your muzzle to the sky as your ears flick back slowly. But the sight that greets your eyes causes them to widen in surprise. As where you expected to see one moon is now two. “So I am no longer home?” you ask slowly turning your head and horn toward the pooka.
“Tis is your home colt. And yon herd awaits you over yon hill and threw the valley. Speak kindly to the lead mare so she will accept you as her own and grant you admittance to the Unicorn gathering.”
“A gathering?” you ask shifting your weight slightly as you stand on all four hooves then turn your head to look at yourself in wonder. “Why do you keep calling me a colt?” But before you get a reply simply looking at your new self answers the question. The pooka did not make you an adult stallion but a Unicorn youngster a colt.
“They be meeting to choose the next leaders of thy kind. So tis be an idea if you show yourself when the full herd is gathered to make yourself be known to them.” The pooka informs looking very pleased with himself for reasons you are not sure of. “Did you think to be having an adults power and you having no understanding of its use?” But perhaps smelling or taking note of your sudden change in body language the pooka adds. “Be thankful your not foal and nursing from some mare.”