Although the winter had been terribly rough Wendy had taken shelter with the rest of the herd within the warm caves within the Tundra, a thick coat not yet her norm and leaving her pitifully prepared for the season that had made this land so clearly it’s home. The petite Wendy-bird was not a creature who had ever been on her own, the last few months were the first time she had been away from her mother for the first time despite her being almost five years old. A terrible shame, but she had been fortunate to run into Nephilim, the golden and white stallion she had dubbed her knight valiant. If not for him it’s uncertain what could have befallen the child-woman, what dangers she would have unknowingly traipsed into without any awareness.
Emerging from one of the caves Wendy bent her head to graze, last she had known was that Nephilim and his daughter the queen were out patrolling, out of sheer boredom she couldn’t stand to wait any longer inside the darkness for him. Now that the ice and snow was melting she had that adventure bug gnawing beneath her skin, it pleaded with her to leap and bound, to explore and discover more than she had ever laid eyes upon before. It was terrible to be alone, and terrible to not know much about the world around herself.
The cry seemed the shake the cobwebs from her mind, her head snapping up with such surprise that she rocked backwards a few steps. Blinking Wendy wasn’t sure what to make of this, all winter it had been so terribly quiet that this seemed so out of place. Swallowing what fear tried to bubble upwards Wendy moved along the ridges, peaking over the rocks to view a male climbing into the flourishing greenery and away from the icy waters that surrounded them. Quietly she observed his movements; he did not move as a conqueror, no hostility sat upon his shoulders, but he appeared to be taking in his surroundings. It would not surprise her at all if he spied her peering at him from above.
As soon as the Bay had started to warm her winter coat had fallen quite quickly, but as a solid brown pony she was hardly something to admire, perhaps from a little girl’s perspective she would be a charming creature to have in a riding ring, but to anyone else she tended to blend in with her own surroundings. She held no flashy white markings nor iridescent sheen, she was a girl with little knowledge of the world and much admiration of those around her. With a snort she mustered her courage and began her descent, a jaunty trot over the melting snow and emerging grass.
Coming to the area she had spotted the stranger she gave a whinny of greeting, a shy smile over her lips and eyes bright with curiosity. As she neared the larger male she drew herself to a halt, raising her head slightly she could now feel the fear rippling beneath her skin. With a gulp she stood roughly twenty feet away from the stallion, his scent wild and new, the strangeness of a new face the true prompt to what has brought her before him. “H-hello.” Her voice is small but speaking to strangers is new, it’s uncharted. “You’re looking for the queen?” Although she is certain they would be along soon Wendy wants to know, she wants to help, especially after Nephilim had been so kind to offer her protection. “I’m sure she or the knights guard will be along soon, t-to properly welcome you.”
Clumsy with this interaction, she can only wish she does not endanger any of the herd with this unusual act of boldness.