Their journey home to the islands had been adventurous so far, and somehow Snow had managed to keep himself alive no matter how many times his older brother tried to be rid of him. They were family in the end, a bond that was hard to break when you took a look into their history and find they had no one but each other now.

He is thankful his mother did not let the lagoon hold him hostage, that she tried her best to give him his best life in the face of so much scrutiny, and that Yoren hadn’t abandoned him to follow their lost love into the afterlife like they very much wanted to. His brother’s loss was felt all around; their little dove. The autumn air had been her favorite he remembers, always tongue tied when watching her frolic among the various colors of fall, as if the girl had never had to fear anything in her entire world, and she hadn’t; at least not while they were there. Snow finds himself restlessly drifting from the side of Yoren, who dozed in the last bits of light leading into the evening, his mind miles away yet his leg’s carry him with careful steps along the path that would take him straight to the beach.

It is there he finds the vague shapes of the women who ruled the ridge in the distance, their outlines highlighted by the warm glow of the slowly setting sun and momentarily he is struck in awe at their presence and the way the silver bay mare embraces her darker counterpart; two different pieces of a puzzle making a whole. It had been interesting in the beginning to learn that mares had begun to lead herds, and to some who were set in the old ways they would have struggled, but Snow was open to all things. In his eyes they thrived better with change, and given the loving way Riviani tucks into the slightly smaller form of Faolain, they too thought the same at least. Unwillingly he is drawn to them both, steps light and unheard for the better part of his approach until an incoming wave strikes him off guard, the cold bitter sting of the water snatching at his hooves and leg’s, releasing a curse from the very mouth he had tried to keep quiet.

Realizing he was surely caught, his hand not so much inside the cookie jar just yet but it was there idly touching the area around it, he pauses to raise his head to both women. “Sorry to interrupt your moment ladies,” Snow gives his apologies, dipping his head to Riv first as she seemed to be the one most likely to have his hide in her teeth before he could blink; not that he wouldn’t have minded that turn of events. Mostly the marks upon his coat had come from his brother once his antics grew too much, his skin was practically a virgin to the ways of the opposite sex.

“Room for a third?”, he tests the waters cautiously, not expecting anything other than merely teasing them to cut the tension between them all. Snow tries his best to keep his appearance open and welcoming, perky ears atop his head are a good sign, shifting his weight back so that he could rest a hind hoof on it’s tip to show he was neither going or engaging them further from where he now stand’s just off to the side of them, and his eyes; well those were thankfully such a muddied brown he was sure they wouldn’t catch the mischief dancing in their depths. Snow gives his best performance in the end, offering them both a tenderhearted smile.