Meadow

Her brother had sung praise of their home, as if she did not remember it. When he spoke of the pristine snow, and the silence that fell across the trees and blanketed the cliffs, untouched by a single soul, Asra could almost hear the sound of love in his voice. He was a broken boy, and his heart had disappeared into the waves along with the white and blue speckled body of their sister.

Asra had only remained because he had offered her family and friendship- but he was not the boy she grew up with any longer.

Her memories of the Cove were once sunny and happy- winter spent frolicking with brothers and sisters, neglected by her mother but picked up by her father. They had been an odd couple, her parents, but where her mother had been cruel and unkind, her father had loved all his children equally, choosing to run with Asra because she was not the same.

Now those memories were washed over with a cold, bitterness that broke her heart. Anawar could have Tinuvel- she had wanted nothing more to do with the snow.

“That does sound enticing…” She soberly tells the white and gold stallion, casting a woeful amber eye to the rain that had once more lightened to a cool drizzle, no doubt a hint of the coming spring that would wash away the snow and bring about flowers. “Do you think you could introduce me to him?” She jests, trying to dig up some humor that had been rinsed away by the cold and the death that haunted her.

She tenderly uproots her hooves, the squelch and the squish of the snow underfoot cutting through the pitter-patter of the rain and reminding her that the weather here likely paled in comparison to the place that the stranger was offering up. “My name is Asra- and I think I would like to see this haven of yours.” She tells him, once more putting her lips to his skin, and this time gently prodding at his pale shoulder.