Meadow

Don't get too excited. He just needs the water to soak. Don't talk his ear off, chatterbox. Her inner voice chided her and she pressed her lips together, taking a moment to watch the stallion. The white of his face seemed as pale as the snow, a sharp contrast to the darker shades of the rest of his body. She strained to hear the few words he spoke, soft ears fervently tipped forward as though it would be their fault she'd not catch his voice in the quiet expanse of emptiness around them. No. Soft. She'd certainly never heard that before. Could demons not be soft? She'd not once heard the word used to describe her father in any way. In fact, there were very few words not synonymous with evil that people used to describe him. Her lips drew into a hesitant smile and she cast her eyes down to the water, feeling something she couldn't name. Somehow that had been a compliment and she couldn't bring herself to ask him what he meant.

He spoke again and she drew her gaze back up, her lips forming and 'o' shape as she followed his gaze. He was asking her to join him? Her heart skipped a beat. No one had ever wished this amount of time with her, much less invited her to go anywhere with them. She bobbed her head excitedly and found herself turning in the water. "I've made my temporary home near the waterfalls. I dug a small den in the snow. It's secluded enough this time of year that I'm not a bother to anyone." She spoke with pride, as though the thought of not bothering anyone was reason to be proud of herself. Truth be told, people were far less likely to be aggressive to her if they couldn't see her pale form curled up in the snow.

She stepped out of the water and into the snow, stretching her legs she shivered from the cold air against her wet coat. She turned her crimson eyes back to him and found herself offering, "Oh, and Peyote... Thank you." It was all she could think to say. He would soon be on his way back to wherever was home, she was sure. Once he'd eased the ache of his wounds, that was. For such a brief encounter, she knew it would be enough to keep her warm through the rest of this long winter. Perhaps in Spring she would move on, for the lands would come alive and she'd be, well... in the way of the more normal equines.