The Unicorn Rider

Even amundsen final copy

The seasons had truly moved on now, and summer had faded and been overtaken by fall. They still had places to go, the elfling and her steed; new lands to see, a whole world to explore. Sometimes she wondered though, was she out here in a outlands, just to find a way back home?
This is a li'll tribute piece for THU and the intrepid Andre Lourenço, and a fitting round off after Inktober with all it's unicorns and whatnots.
Now...how to kill time this month?