Wild Rose could hear the quill racing across the pages of her journal she loved to write in. Images flashed in her mind of the dragon she’d met earlier today. Her long red mane was spread out around her purple pillow she loved to lay on and write, using her purple quill and purple journal. There was something unique about him, something that had drawn me to him. She thought. Her magical aura around her unicorn horn glowed a light purple while she wrote. Her light pink coat had a slight purple hue from her unicorn magic. This is crazy. She thought as she looked over the last several pages she’d written. She needed to take a break. Stretching out her back hooves she crossed her front hooves over one another and levitated the journal in front of her.

He’d called himself Rogus, I think it was those blue eyes, they reminded me of the ocean on moonless nights. One gaze and he’d pulled me in, I didn’t let him know. How could I? I’d just met him. Yet I can feel a connection to him almost immediately. I wanted to say something to him, but how strange would that have been?

“What would Rogus have said in return?” She glanced up at the night sky, her dark green eyes seemed to glow from the magic that held her journal it held.

Rogus had been able to easily follow Wild Rose, he’d remembered her name. He hadn’t been able to get how she looked at him out of his mind. You’re stalking her and you know it. His inner voice echoed the whole time he’d been tracking her. Hey, can you blame me, I meant just look at her. I was the one who’d surprised her. He thought and knew that other dragons would turn a nose up at the scent of roses that he’d found irresistible or the fact that the scent was coming from a unicorn of all creatures. He’d used his wings to fly through the woods, landing softly on bare tree branches, trying to stay as silent as he could. His green scales made him blend in with the leaves in trees or grass, and the yellow of his underbelly came in handy when he found fields full of yellow flowers. For if he laid on his back it made him harder to see. His mop of brown hair with two long-born horns gave him that draconic look. Same with his pointy ears. He paused when he landed on a branch. The scent of roses was stronger now, but that wasn’t why he paused. He could hear the sweet sound of the voice he’d heard this morning.

“What would he say?” Wild Rose repeated a little louder this time unaware that she wasn’t alone. Her thoughts, journal, and quill were her distraction. “I could go find him…” She loved to walk the woods at night, she had a cave nearby where she kept the items she had with her. Others would find it strange that she liked caves, they were for dragons and their hordes, not for unicorns and their stuff.

Is she talking about me? The thought had Rogus leaning over the edge of the tree branch to get a better look. He noticed that she was holding a journal with her magical unicorn lavender aura. Is she writing about… A branch started to crack. Me…” The snap echoed as Rogus tried to catch himself from falling.

Wild Rose paused in mid-thought when she heard the sound of rustling leaves. A glance up had her jumping out the way taking her journal with her as a figure came falling only to land on her purple pillow. She struck a defensive pose but dreaded the thought of having the throw her journal at whoever had just dropped in. “Who…” Her eyes widened.

Rogus had readied himself for a hard landing on the ground, yet it felt like he’d landed on a pillow. Up above the branch had snagged on some of the other overhanging branches stopping its fall. Lifting his head he shook his head. The scent of roses filled his nose. “I’m so sorry…” His voice trailed off as he caught sight of Wild Rose, his jaw dropped along with hers as the two of them just stared at her.

The journal she’d been holding slowly lowered to the ground beside her while she kept her eyes locked on him. I’m not dreaming, that’s for sure. She said noticing the leaves that were sticking out of her mane and clinging to her pink fur.

“You.” They both said at the same time.

“Sorry for um…dropping in like this,” Rogus said after he found his voice again. He glanced over and notice the journal. The thought of it being impaired on his horns wasn’t something he wanted to see happen. “So, you’re not going to throw your journal at me?”

Wild Rose felt her lip curl a bit even though she hadn’t said anything back to him. Her gaze moved to the journal. “Reflex.” She said in a soft tone. “I wasn’t sure who or what was even going on.” She admitted, that she could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks from the grin on Rogus's face.

“You are okay, aren’t you?” Rogus gave her a head-to-hoof look, it gave him a chance to look at her and have an excuse to do so that didn’t look out of place.

“Side from a few leaves and my heart nearly jumping out of my chest I’m fine.” She couldn’t help smiling at him. “Guess my pillow helped you out.”

“Pillow?” Rogus looked down at the pillow that was somehow still intact, he’d heard how delicate pillows were, if a creature flopped or in his case fell on one, they would scatter feathers everywhere.

“I used my magic to and a layer of protection around it.” Wild Rose explained while he lifted those dark blue eyes back up to her. She slowly trotted up to him and watched his eyes widen.

He took a breath and said the one thing he had been thinking and knew the kind of reaction he’d get. “I heard you talking about me.” Rogus blurted out and watched her front hooves catch on one another sending her off balance.

Wild Rose felt herself start to fall as she activated her unicorn magic, she felt something warm around her. She blinked when she felt a beating heart that was thumping on her side. It was faster than her own beating heart. Turning her head slightly she was surprised that Rogus had moved and caught her within what she could figure as a few seconds. “Wow…”

“We don’t need you falling to,” Rogus said as he had his arms wrapped around her upper midsection close to her arms. His voice froze when he realized he’d just reacted without thinking. “I’m…uh…”

“Dragons are fast…” Wild Rose said, and she was surprised to feel how warm he was, the chill of the night air didn’t seem to even matter now. “So…warm-” She brought her hoof up to her lips when that started to slip out.

“Uh…yeah…” Rogus said and let go of her. She stood on her hooves again. “I shouldn’t have just blurted that out like-”

“I was.” Wild Rose said while taking in a deep breath, she stood next to Rogus, the two of them were nearly equal in height, yet she knew he was far stronger than she was.

“Was what?” Rogus asked, he noticed the look in those dark green eyes of hers. That this is going be a night of awkward moments and hinting around? He thought. You don’t just tip like that….same as I don’t just fall out of a tree. I don’t remember ever doing that before… His thoughts trailed off when he noticed that she had been staring at him. “What?” He asked seeing the look in her eyes.

“How’d you find me?” She asked as she laid back down on the pillow. She summoned her unicorn magic to bring her journal back to her.

“I followed the scent of roses,” Rogus replied watching the journal land beside her. He took a seat beside her and folded his wings to his sides.

“I was born in a bed of roses, it’s where my scent comes from and where I got my name, plus I love to run wild.”

Rogus tilted his head at her. “Fits.” He said and couldn’t help looking back at the journal. It was the dragon's curiosity that kept pulling at him. Something she’d said easier popped into his head. “Am I in that journal?” He asked and happened to notice a shade of red cross her cheeks.

“I like to write…to get things out of my head, things I want to remember.” Wild Rose said, she took in another deep breath, trying to keep herself from getting tong tied again being around him. They were talking, unlike the first time, they’d met. She shook out her mane and found that the spikes on his back had caught the strands of her mane.

“Oh…sorry…here,” Rogus said using his sharp claws to pluck the strands from his scales. He was surprised at how soft her mane felt and found himself running his claws along her mane.

Wild Rose could feel his claws grazing her coat just below her mane. She found herself starting to space out at the sensation. “Feels…nice-” Her voice froze at the same time Rogus had stopped moving his claws through her mane.

Both looked away from each other. Several minutes of silence went by.

“I think we have a problem, Wild Rose.”

She turned to look at Rogus who was gazing up at the sky and the stars hanging above. “What would that be?” I have an idea. She thought and noticed a grin forming on his lips. “Besides awkward ways for us to meet.

“A dragon…and…a unicorn.”

“Do we need to be the same creature?” Wild Rose asked.

“Do you think we’re the only ones?”

“Oh so now it’s we.” Wild Rose emphasized the last word.

Rogus glanced up and caught the grin on her lips. Ah… “If you’re objecting, I could just take to the skies and forget I found you.” He said glancing down and spotting the quill beside him on the ground. The wheels in his head started to turn.

“Will I be hard to forget? Wild Rose asked still looking at the stars, she knew Rogus wouldn’t be able to see the twinkle in her green eyes.

Rogus had picked up the quill. “I doubt I could forget about you. It’s why I wanted to find you, talk to you. It’s strange. Feeling a pull to a unicorn.” He said gripping the quill in his claw. He heard a slight giggle from Rogus.

“You’re very charming.” Wild Rose could feel her heart hammering in her chest, the heat from him chasing away the chill of the night.

“I’ve never thought of myself as charming,” Rogus said. He lifted the quill and turned his head to find that Wild Rose was still gazing up at the stars.

Wild Rose felt something touch the side of her neck, she froze then let out a giggle, it took her a second to realize it was the end of the feather that he was using on her. “Rogus…” She leaned her head to the side and felt the sensation of heat overtake her cheek, with the soft warm wind blowing on her cheek. He just…he… Her head was spinning from the touch of his lips on her cheek and the sensation of the feather on her fur.

Rogus pulled back and turned away. He could feel that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. I didn’t ask. I just went on a feeling. I know I’m right…I just know… His voice trailed off when Wild Rose turned her head towards him.

“I still have my journal.” She said still feeling the heat of his lips on his cheek.

Rogus noticed the grin on her lips. “Well I could just grab it and fly off before you’re magic could stop me.”

“So…if I were to go to sleep, you’d still be here when I wake up? Guarding me?”

Rogus felt his mouth open slightly. It was in the dragon’s nature to guard. He hadn’t been able to get the feeling of her fur off of his lips. It was a strange sensation; it left a tingling sensation he’d never felt before. “Yes.”

Author's Note

I have wanted to write a little romance story with these two in a solo story for a while now. On my Facebook page, I have a picture of 18 other artists who've redrawn Wild Rose over the past 2 months or so. She's becoming a very popular unicorn. Fills my heart with so much joy.