Snow falls with persistence quickly covering the entire lithosphere that the forest claims. Long thick foliage offered warmth to those who choose to stay within the borders. Meradith found that she preferred the fall time here in her father’s home. The vast colors of oranges, reds, and browns made the land light up like a firecracker on the fourth of july. It’s memory causes her pale lips to curve into a smile as long slender limbs carry the young banshee forward as deep emeralds notice a dark ominous mare.

Her swollen abdomen is the first thing Meradith notices causing her to wonder if she is a mare of her fathers or brother braylens. Judging by how she held herself and how she smelt of her father Meradith assumed she is indeed a mare of his. Flaring her nostrils while releasing a snort in greeting – Meradith bobbed her head as she came up to the mare offering her fuzzy nose.

While waiting for a moment to get a good scent into her brain Meradith flicks her damp tendrils on her tail across pale hawks. ”good morning” her words slip from her tongue generously ”I’m Meradith, daughter of lyden. Are you a mare of my fathers by any chance?” glancing away Meradith idly wonders where her father is and if this pretty mare has seen him around.