Winter was not a dim girl she could sense the roans agitation with her. The pally flicked an ear back and her lips pressed into a line of contemplation. What she had done to upset her herd mate Winter had no idea, she had only spoken to this creature once maybe twice since her arrival to the Inlet. The golden mare grunted and moved away from the roan to just hearing distance nodding her head at her words. “I was born in the snow, but where I had come from that was the only thing that any of us ever knew.”

Winter flicked her ears back immediately regretting speaking those words. She had not told anyone of her life before the Islands, she had never uttered one sound to another living being. She blew a foggy snort and murmured something under her breath before turning back to face the roan. “If things go according to plan than I should foal at the beginning sometime as well.” A half smile tilted her lips, “But these things don’t seem to go that way for me so my offspring may be about sooner than I would hope.”

This subject was no longer the forefront of Winters attentions, the earlier, subtle clues as Neassas mood now consuming her. Of course the growing life in her belly was the cause of her wanting to know why the other mare did not care for her company. That had to be the reason of course. Winter didn’t care what others thought of her normally but as of late she couldn’t help it. This new insecurity along with a few other not so pleasant emotions had taken over more and more as the spring drew near. Another reason for her ill will towards the season. Winter scowled and looked to capture the roans gaze with her own intense blue one. “Have I done something to offend you?” She had to know more than she ever thought possible. Crease formed over her eyes and her ears were drawn tensely forward. She didn’t want to be alone when the foal came, she didn’t want to be isolated apart from the herd. What am I saying! Of course I do! I like being alone, so I can think! Stupid babe. Of course the cold mare had underlying reasons for want of another life form to talk to. Until she was certain of the need thought, she wanted to play nice nice with the others.



"Speech looks like this."