She sat in one of the pines, her eyes closed and her mouth open wide as she sang her little heart out. The world passed by beneath her, bodies just casually wandering around but she paid them no attention. Their ears would swivel in her direction, and they would stop to listen to the song that filtered out of her very soul. Had she seen them she might have sung even louder for all the forest to hear – perhaps even for all the world to head, but she did not see a single one of them.

Then.

A piercing call mangled the beauty of her song, and her eyes snapped open.

Jökulrós awoke with a start, her blue eyes blinking away the haze of sleep while her ears spun wildly to locate the source of her rude awakening. She was no longer the little bird in the tree but the pale tri-colour mare that slumbered amongst the roots and leaves. Her eyes eventually focused on the bay roan form of Xina and from her stance, the pale girl could only assume that she was the one who caused the ruckus.

Long legs unfurled beneath her and she pushed her body up off the ground, shaking off the stray leaves that had gathered around her while she slumbered. She looked over the bodies present and noted that her dam and brother still had not returned from the crossing. Pushing thoughts of when they would get back out of her mind, her ears perked forward curious. ”Is something wrong, Xina?” she asked softly, still unsure about why she had called for the herd.