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"It's more mythical than it's a beast, I think," she replied. "It's friendly until it shows signs of harm."

The more I looked at it, the more it seemed to look like a delicate deer with antlers.

Mom suddenly got up and began to approach it slowly. Like she was a natural whisperer, she got close to it. Plucking a large lotus looking flower that hung from a tree, she offered it to the nightwalker, which hesitates to take it, but still does. She allowed her hand to gently touch its head and move her way down to give it a good rub.

With a soft smile, she turns around and scans every one of us as if she was looking for a candidate.

"Derek, sweetie?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Stand here," she reached for him to come. On instinct, he looked at the prince, who just told him to go. He struggled a bit, maybe because he was still dizzy, but still got to her side. The creature started to back away when he walked over.