That did seem to be the case, as she discovered. This unicorn was so graceful and beautiful and stupid that she was practically devoid of personality, and she lived out in the woods instead of in a civilized town… But the line at the beginning about this unicorn and how “she was no longer the careless color of sea foam” made Lyra shudder. It was only a coincidence… Plenty of unicorns were that color. There was her, and then there were... Others. She just couldn't think of names right now.