The three of them set out again, unicorn in tow.
It's gotten dark outside, cutting through the earlier pounding heat to a pleasant coolness that promises to drop into a chill as the night goes on. The silent environment is even more uncanny than usual, without the ordinary nighttime sounds of crickets or small frogs or even whistling wind. The stars are out, though, and spectacularly so, a densely glowing milky band across a wide swathe of sky and the rest freckled with individual twinkling lights.
None of them can recognize any constellations.
There's low wooden railings by the side of the path, here, so it's easy enough to stay on it even in the dark. Little vines have twined up some of the posts, with heart-shaped leaves and closed flowerbuds ready to open in the morning. There's not much else visible, but then it's not as if they can see very far away just by the starlight.