Summer was gaining on Spring and the mare was excited to see more of the sun. Winter was so drawn not that she tired of it quickly, but she also couldn't say she hated the snow. It was fun the first few weeks, but the colder it got the harder it was to survive here. Somehow, she had made it to adulthood, but she had lots of help from her family.

Today, Ysabel woke with a rumbling stomach so she was in search of some tasty grass. She spotted the bay roan up ahead in her path. Instead of finding a new route to travel, her pace quickened towards the stranger. Once she was within speaking distance she didn't even try to hold back her tongue. "Are you new? I haven't noticed you around before." She speaks between a large smile. "My name is Ysabel de Zevulun, but please just call me Ysabel." This was the first time she has really introduced herself to anyone.

Usually, Warsaw just introduced her, but Ysabel felt she was old enough now to meet others on her own. That would be difficult without taking to the sea, but she didn't want to leave Tinuvel. Her only options were the mares Warsaw brought home and whoever now occupied the Bay.