Rowena is lost in a sea of memories. They swirl around her, the cold of their loss confused with the cold of crisp winter air. The voice that calls out across the water startles her from her reverie. The black mare flinches and looks up. Her eyes meet the figure of a handsome stallion, but it is not his appearance that stands out to her most, it is his body language. It's immediately clear there's something off about him, but it isn't immediately clear what that is.
Rowena answers with a nicker. It too rings clear across the way, betraying her rapidly-beating heart. A voice of self preservation urges her to retreat, but the storm surge of emotions inside her fuel a reckless drive. Instead of bolting back into the forest and returning to the safety of the Peak, Rowena steps forward.
Broad hooves splash through the shallow, moving water. It quickly soaks her feathers but cold and damp has never much bothered Rowena. As she nears the stranger, what's unusual about him becomes apparent. His eyes roll unfocused. He must be blind, or close to it. She approaches the stranger with her head low and muzzle outstretched in cautious greeting. She announces her presence with a "Hello". Rowena projects warmth and welcome into her voice She hopes that if he can't see her welcome posture that he can at least hear it in her voice.