Celestine is beautiful and she had only become moreso as the seasons changed from autumn to snarling winter. Wintersweet, though not as darling as her name might imply, was strong and helped to guide him when she could. They had made a decent sort of family until today in as much as one could be made when the stallion knew nothing of his new world. Nothing so that when Wintersweet woke, she squealed them awake as snowflakes had already begun to fall...

They’d been chased. Caught along the coast as an early winter beast of a storm chased them up the coast of the Peak and then across a strait to Tinuvel. It had not even given them reprieve there, Wintersweet tried to keep their pace for Celestine’s sake, but the storm crept over them only the more until finally Icewine had herded them all three at a harried pace instead. On Tinuvel, too, They had charged up the coast, risking trespassing and crossing the northern Bay territory into the Inlet. The place he had come from was not at all peaceful in its own way - but he had only ever HEARD of the horror of this kind of storm.

Then, just as they broke the line into Inlet grounds, the storm made it’s most devilish reveal yet. Ice. A great crash as a flash-frozen branch ricocheted its entire way to thud not three feet from them. Icewine, spooked, snaked his head and pushed them only faster towards the side of mountains. His one-time home sported much the same mountainsides and he knew that caves would be safer - at least - than death defying logs.

Wintersweet bedded down almost immediately within the little cul de sac of rock and dirt. Her body shook, the ice hanging in her hair in clinking bells. She would not get up again for him, though he knew she was better moving, but Celestine was more of his concern than anything. "Lay with Wintersweet, Celestine, you got the worst of it out there and you look not so great on your feet…." Little did he know how this single instance and so many mistakes would cost him later.