She thinks, how lucky she was to have come across this stallion so early on into her journey. Of course, Jaci does not contemplate how horribly wrong her coming to the Common land could have been. She just thinks how she has made a friend amongst this many islands. She is so blinded to the horrors of the world, due to her unyielding love for everyone she encounters.

She giggles at his words, like the tickling of someone playing the flute, or the laughter of a fairy, of her being his moon. The moon was majestic, enchanting, mysterious, and completely breath-taking. Jaci could only dream of being so alluring and wonderful. Though, despite all those beautiful characteristics of the moon, the only one Jaci strives to be is bright. When everything goes dark, she wants to be the light, she wants to shine for everyone, for anyone, for the world and beyond.

“Hurricane?” She asks, tilting her pale head, eyes shimmering against the glittering snow. She makes a playful thinking face towards him before busting into a reckless smile. She realizes now, perhaps it was not a fire behind those eyes of his, perhaps it was an unstoppable storm. “I think it is fitting. I can see a fierce storm behind your eyes,” she pauses, it is subtle and elegant. “I like it.”

He mentions swimming and her ears perk forward towards him. They sit daintily atop her snowy head, catching his words, excitement growing in her breast as he speaks of his home of snow and cold. She feels comforted by the fact that her new home would be like her family’s home. She smiles again, the little songbird does, before she nudges his shoulder with her pink, little nose. “Well come on slowpoke, lets get swimming!” She says excitedly before turning on a time and sprinting off towards the water. Snow sprays behind her as small, dainty hooves dig into the ground, pushing her forward.

She runs into the water, sucking in air as the cold cuts into her skin with astounding acuity. But then she laughs at her own reaction to the cold and moves further out into the water. Her pale face looks over her shoulder, waiting for Orkraan to join her. She is sure he would catch up to her in no time, realizing he is much stronger than Jaci ever could be. She waits for him to pass her so that she can follow him to his home of ice and snow, excitement bubbling below the surface.

Jaci’s nostrils widen with exhertion, blue eyes bright with anticipation as the finally near land and she steps onto the shore of snow and ice, her breath frosting into the winter air. The sun was beginning to set and she dances on nimble hooves, anxious to see the moon and the stars tonight. Pale form moves to Orkaan’s side, lightly touching him, hoping to gain some warmth. “It is so cold here,” she says, her body shivering.

But then the little songbird smiles, recklessly.

“I love it.”