Cora hadn’t been expecting company. She isn’t sure what she had expected, exactly; maybe that the Commons turn suddenly deserted the moment winter hits? What was she doing here, then? Silly.
At the very least, her youthfully simple worldview had not entertained the possibility of a stallion’s interest in her, in the Commons, outside of fall. She blinks at the burly roan who approaches her with a simple ‘hello’, seemingly content to exist in her company. He’s young, and his coloring is similar to hers, besides the violent slashes of white across Corazon’s face and sides. She isn’t immediately sure how to feel about him, but not because he’s done anything wrong, only because of her own inexperience.
She grazes for a moment longer, watching him curiously, but he doesn’t say anything else. He seems comfortable enough just hanging out next to her, and Cora decides she likes that. It’s kind of… peaceful.
She’s hesitant to break the strangely comfortable silence between them, but Corazon doesn’t want him to think she’s making a point by ignoring him, and thus decide to leave. "Hello," she says shyly, then, "oh!" in a soft, surprised whisper as a flake of snow lands delicately on the bridge of her nose. She’s heard of snow, but she’s never seen it before, and she notices now that it’s drifting slowly down around the two of them in a light sprinkle.
Corazon
whisper, scream, i'm listening