One ear relaxed on top of her head while the other she kept trained on the young girl. The bone faced mare was startled slightly when she quickly approached and began to circle her, the movement yanked her ears against her cranium but Vanille’s words easily erased her worries. The golden mare reached out to offer her her breath in the classic greeting. “It is nice to meet you sugar, my name is Winter.”

A hearty chuckle rumbled from the mare’s chest, “It is indeed wonderful, the snow will start falling again here shortly now that winter has finally arrived.” The golden girl gave the mare a warm smile before flicking her ears back and dropping her head low with a glint in her eyes. Winter dug her pink nose into the snow at her feet and effortlessly tossed a small mound at the buckskins shoulder. She had a good feeling that two toned mare and herself would become good friends.
Winter flicked her tail and nodded with her head for the buckskin to follow her. Her golden limbs struck out at a walk but with a glance behind her once she nickered at picked up a faster pace kicking up her heels. Her breath puffed out in misty breaths into the cool air, the temperature had started to drop slightly now that the trees had finally bared in preparations of snow. She laughed once more and smiled, her blue orbs laughing and crinkled slightly for her many seasons of joy. “That’s alright, you are the most talkative mare I have met here and we have only just met.” Her ears flicked in a slight bit of annoyance at that small tid-bit, she could not say that it was all the other mares faults, to be fair she had not particularly sought the others out.

Winter skidded to a halt and turned on her heels and darted into the tree line, she waited to see if the girl would follow. “Yes I have met the stallion, but those are not adjectives that I would use for him.” She frowned at their last encounter, the golden mare had been quite angry with him, not angry enough to let him get in her way of want of another child but angry enough to not have sought him out since he covered her. “Solgar is a cranky old man with not much to say.”