It was quiet in the lagoon, but of course for bell it always was.

Her eyes saw no breeze in the air or even a stirring in the dead branches left behind from the frost, nothing except for the gentle falling of snow from above. Shades of green long gone and replaced with the dull winter colors she missed from home, but this was home now, even if she kept to herself. It was better that way. If she was not in the way she’d remain undetected like her brother wanted, but what of Frey? What did he truly want?

Movement along her sides reminds her of the new life growing inside, a sibling for thor, her boy she could only watch from afar. She couldn’t teach them when she couldn't hear them, their child tones were too hard for the mare who reads lips to hear, so she kept her distance as soon as he’d been able to leave her for longer than a few hours. Bell never spoke about it to Frey, but neither had he come to her about anything either so she’d left it be. Given they were expecting again should have eased any and every worry she'd had, but she can’t help but to wonder and wander while lost to her inner turmoil.

When her hooves meet the edge of the pond she’d been frequenting, does she come back to herself, looking into the frozen edges that crack under the weight of the hoof she sets down to open it up, lowering her head to take a long drink of the cold liquid. Frost tickles her lips when pulling back up, ears on a swivel despite their issues but it is her eyes that watch as a crow startles from a nearby tree, announcing someone else was near.