Fly’s gaze does not miss the change in the steel colored mare who calls herself Mercury. It brings a curiosity that the bay isn’t quite ready to explore and so shifts her attention to Rattlebone as she talks of the hot place she had once been. Fly could never imagine being in a place like that with her feathered legs and her thicker coat and body. She could already imagine herself being no more than a puddle with a tail and eyes. Her imagination brings a smile to her lips in humor that somehow CUA almost seems in on. The pale woman’s chuckle sounds in the bay’s ears and she changes her gaze over to the delicate mare that now stood even closer to her dark brown side.




Again another mare speaks of a warm home and Fly wonders if she was the only one born to the cold snows that constantly surround them. The young bay mare could never imagine being any place else despite the short period that she had been. The Forest had not been a bad home with its changing seasons, but something about the chill of Tinuvel called to the bay draft woman and she had to answer its cry.




With eyes now upon her Fly realizes it is her turn to share. She offers a smile and just like Mercury she raises her head in a proud manner. “I was born here upon Tinuvel.” She says, before casting her eyes off in a direction that a rather tall peak stood. “On the other side of that mountain a territory that was once called The Cove was where I was born. When the ocean claimed it my father took us to Luthien but once I was old enough I returned home.”