Falls

Celestine was not accustomed to boredom. She stuck around the Crossing because, for some god-forsaken reason, she actually liked Rehoboam—or at least, she liked playing with him. But even that was beginning to get old. Not Rehoboam himself, but she could only do so much with one stallion in one environment forever. She wanted to move on.

Not necessarily alone, though, at least not yet. Despite her growing itch to take on more of the world, she lingered around the borders of the Lagoon indefinitely. She at least felt more at home as winter gripped the Crossing, and her impatience was soothed somewhat by the first heavy snows of the season. She even ventured into the Lagoon on occasion to get some attention from Rehoboam, sometimes showering him with affection, sometimes picking a physical fight to expel some energy. It was mostly playful, but even so, Celestine never held back, and the spotted mare hit and bit hard, even during a good-natured spar.

Mostly, though, she spent her time in the Falls. The glittering curtain of bitter-cold water always fascinated her, and Celestine was curious to see how deeply the cold had to consume the Crossing for it to finally freeze. She even played around in the water sometimes, unbothered by the frigid spray, seemingly oblivious to the heavy shivers that wracked her body after every dip. She enjoyed it immensely.

These activities only did so much to hold her over, however. The snow that accumulated in a heavy blanket across her back this time did little to gather her attention away from the bleak horizon, and after pacing around the stony banks of the pool beneath the Falls, she decided once more to pay a visit to the Lagoon.

Celestine did not cross all the way over the border this time. She halted at its edge, determined to draw Rehoboam out to her this time. Celestine was often affectionate, but rarely did she try to be alluring; now, she did. The spotted mare called to her stallion in a musical voice that billowed from her flared nostrils in a cloud of steam. The sound of it was largely absorbed by the snowfall around her, but still, she knew he would hear.