"It's no trouble," Lula said with a quick smile. She was getting the hang of this. Within moments his supplies were dried. "I don't get the opportunity to use my fire much, it's good practice."
She flopped to the ground with a contented sigh. Whistling sharply, she called a few songbirds to her, whispering a request. They flew away, twittering, and she smiled as she watched them go. A sudden thought struck her and she glanced back at the unicorn. "I don't believe we ever learned your name," she said.
Two of the birds returned, bearing twigs with ripe berries, and landed on Orion's shoulders, offering him the food.