She makes her way towards his roan figure slowly, the weight of what she wanted to talk to him about dampening her spirits. She couldn’t even understand why she wanted this but she did. Winter nickered a greeting to her lead as she moved up close to his side. Her tail flicked across her hips nervously before she cleared her throat.
"Solgar, how do you feel about the foals running about the inlet?" The pale winter coated mare twitched her ears back and forth at the distant sounds.
"Do you wish any of them yours?" Icy blue eyes glanced over the herd, the small black forms easy to pick out amongst the pale backdrop. Winter frowned, several of the mares she could pick out quite easily in fact. She sighed unsteadily as she moved her nose to his withers and started to gently groom the roan for her own easiness.

Winter had been around for many seasons without want for another foal, not after Crispen had left her. The red colts parting words rung through her ears each time the leaves began to change, a reminder of the wretchedness of the youth. Anger began to well up insider her, her grooming may have become harsher then she had intended, teeth nipping harder then necessary with every thought. Maybe this is a dumb ideas, nothing good will come of it i am sure. Ears flicked back. Ill wait for his answers then see how it goes. I hate you, Winter, i am never coming back here. I hope a wolf eats you. The pale gold girl shuddered.



"Speech looks like this."