mare | mutt | blue roan | 15.2 | inlet | frost
olaf x xina

The blue mare finds herself giving a light chuckle to his words regarding Warsaw, the amused smirk lingering on her lips after she has quieted. ”Do I appear the type to do anyone’s bidding aside from my own?” she asked before letting her blue eyes settle on the tundra laid out in front of them. “I suppose you can sight see during your stay, and enjoy keeping me company.” It wasn’t as if she had made friends here in her short stay. But she doubted his opinion would be any different than those she had unsettled here.


“Come along, Gnome, before you freeze. Although you would make for quite the pretty decoration if you became a statue.” she snickered to herself, thinking about him frozen forever here. His appearance greeting everyone for the rest of time.


Stepping away, she took the lead further inland. Though her reign hadn’t been that long, the queen had taken the time to explore every inch of her home. So it was a cave she lead him towards now, tucked away in a thick stand of trees, notched in a tall rock face. It was just outside the shelter she paused, her nares flaring to drink in the scents. The crisp chill of the mountain air, pine and horse greeted her but no predators. Stepping inside confidently, her eyes adjusted as she peered around the rock walls then glanced back towards the stallion if he had followed.