This is the BEST THING EVER.

Eventually she fills up on delicious strawberries. She leaves the plant bits there so the unicorn can keep eating if it wants to, and keeps petting it, and leans against the roof and considers herself. She's kind of a mess and she hasn't changed her clothes at all. She's a magical girl, now, so she should have a pretty dress. So she starscapes, and then she has a pretty dress, purple and knee-length and with butterflies and flowers embroidered on the skirt in gold, and a purple star on her cheek. 

The unicorn nibbles delicately on the strawberry stems, and then touches its nose to the star on her cheek.

Eeee!

She kisses the unicorn on the nose. 

"Brrt." Head in lap.

She sighs happily and pets the unicorn some more. Eventually she gets hungry again and makes more strawberries. 

The unicorn gets up and trots off to the edge of the roof, then spreads its wings and glides to the ground.

Oh! Okay. She gets up and follows it. 

It goes in through a cat door in the side entrance of the building. The door says Please use front entrance in pretty cursive script.

She can't actually read cursive yet. She crawls in through the cat door.

It's a tight fit, but the unicorn is a little bigger than a cat and the door is sized for her, so she can manage it even with the wings.

--It occurs to her belatedly that buildings often contain grownups. She looks around worriedly. 

The place is beautiful.

Everything that can be ornamented is ornamented. The ceiling is dominated by an incredible chandelier, with strings of glass and pearl and lightbulbs extending away from the central medusa of the fixture in all directions and dangling halfway down the thirty-foot walls. The walls are full of stained glass windows depicting sunrises, waterfalls, snowy mountains, stormy seascapes, and other scenic backdrops with magical girls posed dramatically in the foreground. The pews are all different - some are wood, some are ivory, some are cast metal, some are nacre, some are glass, and every one of them is shaped like a cryptid, mostly long sinuous ones that can accommodate the seat they're oriented around. The floor is tile, mostly ivory and nacre with some brightly colored coral making stars and other geometric designs at irregular intervals. The bits of wall that aren't taken up by window are, as space permits, covered both in framed paintings and wall scrolls, and in a few places bulletin boards cluttered with the artwork of various people. Skill varies, but the bulletin boards themselves are composed nicely, with the best pieces placed to draw the eye.

Oh.

This is the most beautiful place in the world, probably. No wonder the unicorn wanted to come in. 

She falls back onto her knees and gapes around for a while. 

The unicorn trots over to a pew that has, tucked under the seat, a bowl of water and a bowl of what looks like bean salad. It drinks some water and munches some bean salad.

That makes sense. 

She follows it over and lies down on the pew. 

The pew doesn't have a cushion on it; it's shaped to be comfortable for sitting, not lying. But it's long enough to accommodate her.

It's still better than a roof. 

She falls asleep without quite meaning to. 

When she wakes up again, there's a crazy quilt in jewel tones draped over her and a magical girl with wings in flame colors peering at her over the back of the pew in front of hers. The unicorn is nowhere to be seen.

She eeps and scrambles away from the grownup. 

"Hey there," says the grownup. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Yes ma'am."

"I'm Veronica."

"Hello Veronica."

"Welcome to my church."

"This is a church?"