Twilight thought for a moment, then gently leaned towards Sunset, resting her forehead against Sunsets’.
Sunset’s eyes widened. Touching foreheads, for unicorns, was an intimate gesture that suggested long friendship or more.
“I know the effect isn’t the same without our horns, but-” Twilight started, but Sunset placed a hand on her knee.
“No. It’s fine.” She took a slow breath. “That means a lot to me. You really trust me? After everything?”
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