The girl looked at the unicorn in wide-eyed surprise; her mouth was tightly pressed into a line. The magical beast was actually talking to her! He used her name! Her cheeks felt hot. She quickly snapped to stand straight, her hands folded in front of her over her shillelagh and gave the unicorn a respectful bow.
"I will take your counsel to heart, Master Reilios," said Marilyn with sincere devotion.
She removed a stained, yet nonetheless gold-tipped reservoir pen from a sleeve built into her book case. She tested its nib against the cuff of her rawhide glove, stroking the delicate tip against it until the ink flowed freely in fine lines. Then she carefully inscribed the unicorn's name upon the sheet, being very keen not to allow the pen to bleed nor the ink to run. Capping the pen and returning it to its narrow pocket, she stood straight again and inclined herself again respectfully.
"I... look forward to working with you, Master Reilios," she uttered softly.