She felt the hovering presence of his warmth near one of her hips and hindquarters. So, he'd decided to go along with her navigation. And with no voiced or expressed qualm about it. It was a nice surprise for her. A lot of the stallions she had met since leaving home so long ago were hard-headed louts, who would no sooner let a mare tell them what's what than they would lose a spar. Ararat was glad for the change of pace.
Plumes of her warm breath tapered into the night sky. Shortly afterward, the horse-made clouds disappeared into the night air a dozen or so feet off the ground. Ararat didn't allow a lull in the conversation for long once they had found their pace. The sound of crunching snow beneath hooves encouraged them to speak louder than perhaps they would have before. "So, tell me, Nahawi: are you native to these islands, or did you ome from elsewhere?"