Steam drifted from her nares at her snort of annoyance. Another season come and gone along with yet another stallion, she had been silly to think that Wonka had been any different than those who came before him and doubtless whom will come after. Nothing will ever change around here except my age. The golden mare made her way through the snow the meshing well with her present mood, frigid. She cast her frosty blue eyes across the landscape picking up the odor of the new stallion in charge and a vaguely familiar scent that had been present for awhile around the island, she must be around from the time of Wonka that silly colt. Winter huffed once more before picking up her pace wishing to warm her bones by moving seamlessly into a soft canter down the length of the small creek that ran through the territory among the small crooks of scraggly trees. A sigh echoed through her bones at the sound of the birds and her own breathing, all that could be heard, breathing birds, and hoof steps, its all she ever heard nowadays her world becoming quieter and quieter. How she longed to hear the chatter of fellow herd mates, maybe even the sound of foals playing in the grass? The muddy snow a sign to the island of a mare, letting her know spring was well underway and that the other ladies of the Islands would soon be dropping their bundles of joy. Winters hear clenched in the remembrance of her colt, she had no home and his father had gone missing. It had been a wonderful time while Crispen stayed by her side for as long as he did but she supposed every small colt would have the urge to travel at some point. Why did he have to go so soon though. The golden girls creamy tail caught in a passing breeze before skittering up under her shedding coat sending tingles over her skin. I guess I better meet him, don’t see the point much really though, he will be gone before summer.

Winter cantered out to the edge of an evergreen line, poking her golden head out from the branches, whinnying for company and letting her presence be known. She had become a fixture on the Inlet like the mountains and the water, she planned staying here in her home unchanging and never swaying from the reality. She jerked her head back from the trees backing up into the small clearing behind them and made herself comfortable fussing with the snow, halfheartedly searching for the tender grass shoots laying just under the cold her long creamy tresses shielding her watchful blue gaze.


"Speech looks like this."