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// 20: Two White Unicorns [Drama] 
// Story: Thirty Minutes of Fabulosity 
// by Esle Ynopemos 
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((Prompt: Forgiveness is never easy. Additional Rules: Your story must be completely devoid of dialogue and monologue.))

Two white unicorns stood on a hill behind a small chapel. One's breath was sharp and ragged, recovering slowly from a frenzied gallop across town. Her rich purple mane was tattered and crooked from her haste. The other scarcely breathed at all, fighting back hot tears of fury in the corner of her eyes. Her pink and lavender mane was put up in a beautiful arrangement of buns and curls.

Two white unicorns stared at one another. One had just had the biggest day of her life, and the other hadn't been there to see it. One had joined her life with another pony, and the other had been too busy working to watch it happen.

The wind tugged at two white unicorns. One wore a poorly-fitted white dress, rented only at the last minute because her sister had promised she would sew one for her. The other wore a red pair of sewing glasses, knocked askew from running.

Two white unicorns said nothing to one another. One could not think of anything she could say to make it better. That she was sorry was insufficient. That she would try to do better next time was useless, and just more insulting. The other dared not speak a word, for the only words she had for the mare before her were full of hate and malice.

Two white unicorns shivered beneath the cold gray sky. One hung her head, guilt overpowering her limbs and dragging her toward the ground. The other trembled in fury, her hooves shaking beneath her. Betrayal had happened this day. Neglect had happened this day. Promises broken, bonds fractured.

Two white unicorns had somewhere else to go. One had a new husband waiting for her inside the chapel. The other had a mess left to clean up in her boutique. But there was one thing she needed to do first.

One white unicorn carefully slid a white box off of her back. While she had paid no heed to her mane as the wind shredded its fanciful curls, nor made a noise of complaint as her hooves had cracked upon the rough cobbles, she had defended this box as though it contained her very life. With a gentle nudge, she pushed the lid off of the box and levitated its contents for the other to see.

One white unicorn gasped at the dress that hung before her. White lace and diamonds sparkled as though the sky were clear. Painstakingly detailed embroidery wrapped the garment in beautiful swirls and patterns. Strings of pearls lined the hem. She stood in a rented white sheet, and stared at a wedding dress.

Two white unicorns looked at one another. One peered up with pleading, hopeful eyes, begging silently for forgiveness. The other chewed her lip, beads of moisture still dampening her cheeks.

Two unicorn sisters shared a long embrace, and headed into the chapel together. One had a new wedding dress to try on. The other had a new brother-in-law to meet.