A fresh breeze blew through the strands of her pale mane. Despite the fact that she was starting to become accustomed the cold, the tall mare was thankful for the new warmth that spring had brought with it. While her coat had been thicker than it been in her entire lifetime during the winter, it had still left a lot to be desired. Genetically she just wasn't built for such a climate, but she had lived long enough not to let something as simple as the cold bring her down. Horses are adaptive creatures and she was no exception.

As the pale mare looked out across the water, watching the waves break over the green shores of Atlantis, a familiar voice broke through her thoughts. A gentle smile spread across her pale lips and she turned to spot the black and white stallion making his way over. "Soljor, how are you?" she greeted as he drew close.
She gave an easy chuckle at his question, "Much more now that I know what true cold is. She could actually enjoy the spring this year without worrying about what was to come.