Tinkling drifted into Merlin’s ear, easing him from sleep. He took in a deep breath of piney air before opening his eyes to his surroundings. Intrigued by the sound, he propped himself up on his elbow, listening for the source. It had not been there last night; he got up to investigate.
Walking softly, as Arthur had taught him, he honed in on the origin. He noticed light filtering through the trees and approached. Bending branches out of the way, he saw a unicorn, standing in the clearing, sunlight playing on the silver horn, wending a melody through the forest.