[She laughs, smiles faintly.] We are the products of the world around us. It's what makes us so unique and amazing.

[Ginia makes a quiet "hm?" as they stop, gently reaching out in front of her to feel what may be there. The unicorn bows its head and moves in just enough for Ginia to touch its snowy muzzle. Odin eyes it warily, hopping about as he tries to form an opinion on the snow beast.]

Oh! Hello there. [She gently pats her way up the muzzle until she reaches the horn.] Oh! A unicorn? O-or a kirin?