Something Pure

There was something so pure about the youngest unicorn that those of even mildly questionable morals found it a little painful to look upon her.   Saze, whose nerves were seared by an invisible fire, couldn't take his eyes off her. Fascinated, he drifted along after her when she finished nosing at a flower display and then pranced down the artisan's alley. Merchants setting up the day's outdoor displays in the slanting morning sunshine smiled when she passed, but nobody tried to interact with her. When she turned down a wider, less crowded street, her little tail flicked as she sped up, cantering away faster than Saze could casually keep up.   An old man smoking nearby called, "You'll want to be careful, boy. She's not the least bit shy, but she's a wild thing, like all her kin. If you try to get closer than she wants, you'll get hurt."   "Even more than she hurts me already? No, nevermind. Can you tell me of her kind?"   The old man narrowed his eyes, looking Saze up and down. Then he stubbed out his cigarette. "I guess you're not a tourist. Well, none of my business. But I'll get you a flyer from inside."