Winter burst into a shot of laughter that’s much softer than her personality. “I see you do have some sense of humor then old chap under all of layers.” The golden mare gives him a radiant smile before turning her attentions to the familiar bay. “I don’t think I have met Spartan yet, all admit I have not traveled around the islands since landing myself here all those seasons ago. Sounds like a nice fellow though.” Winter moves away from the pair seeking shelter from the fading sun as it warms her back, she detested the warmth it always offset her good temperament. “I wouldn’t blame you if you had left as well Pulse, what with all the crazy night life around here,” she snorts “It’s a wonder a mare can sleep with all the ruckus.” Sarcasm drips from her voice and her eyes glint with mischief. Her hooves push away the slushy snow from under her cover of branches revealing shoots of tender green vegetation. She smiles at the new life before tearing it out with her teeth. Pulses last words push past Winters inner conversations and musings making her laugh again. She picks up her head shaking her mane away from her eyes “My dear I have had four stallions one of which was my lead twice and all would have promised me the same,” she tries to lower her voice and really imitate an obnoxious stalling “I dear sweet mares I will always be here for you, I will never leave you and I will always fight for you.” She snorts again and shakes her head. “Promises mean nothing, we should just enjoy this chap while he is here and move on when he leaves. He can at least offer warmth in the night and protection until then.” Winter twitches her tail at the slight bit of water that drips onto her still winter laden dark golden coat her ears flicking back at the memories of her son up and leaving her as well. Ungrateful flea. A scowl mars her soft lips briefly before she stomps the thought’s down into the back of her mind and turns her attention to the equines around her, so she smiles warmly at the bay mare. I hope im not to gruff with her, she seems nice enough, maybe we can be friends one day. He is awfully quiet?

Her attentions turn back to the gruff roan stallion letting her frost blue eyes inch along his frame silently. “Where were you before coming to the inlet Solgar?”




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