A Soft Fold in the Breeze

A tiny rustle brushed my ears... I tilted my head, slowly listening. The silver curtain behind me stirred in a faint breath of night air. Hesitating for a moment, I shifted my weight forward and nudged the soft fabric with my horn. It rippled gently against me. I can move, all on my own... so I settled quietly onto the patterned quilt to watch.