She had survived the flooding on their way back home. She had settled in with Wintersweet and Eirlys, her father in the wings still in mourning for so much loss so early on in his mastery of the wild. He had gone off today on his own, Eirlys had decided to sleep in now that she and Blackfrost were old enough and the summer was fair enough. Nothing was meaning to eat the daughters of Icewine and so they choose today as their day for playing.

Brightwine still looks like a bit of a thickened TWH, her strides smooth like her father’s even with the little feathers begun behind her fetlocks already. Her color was fantastical, light where her father’s went dark into plum or grape colors. She tosses her white bonneted head, flashing her red and white mane into her sisters face, and then she breaks into a crow-hopped gallop.

"Catch me if you can! AND I BET YOU CAN’T!" She was the brilliant sun off of snow, dazzling to the eye, wild movements like the wintry snowdrifts that had blown about them even into the springtime when they had been born. Even now, the summer warmth grown, she is a bit fuzzier than not.