Wearing a set of jeweller's magnifying glasses, the unicorn attendant had a tiny, wooden-handled brush suspended in her telekinetic field. Each time she briskly stroked it against the junction of one of Glamerspear's spiral horn-whorls, Artemis heard her comrade inhale sharply or emit a sound of pleasure. She even saw the unicorn's brow scrunch up and her hind leg twitch at the same time, too.