Things had taken a rather interesting turn for the young hybrid finding her contemplating whether or not to enjoy it while it lasted. When she had approached the borders of this icy landscape she had half expected to be turned away as quickly as she came. The golden mare that had greeted her had been kind enough not to rip her head from her shoulders so all in all this day wasn't half bad. That spotted creature had been rather opinionated and the brown one had been no better, it was no wonder that they bored her. Their banter of the land of unicorns had been correct but they failed to see that there was much more to this place than what met the eye. Somehow she had been granted membership into such a place even with the appendages that adorned her body. Wouldn't that prove this place was no more racist than the rest of society? Chuckling to herself she couldn't help but think of a hundred reasons why the Basin only accepted those gifted with horns. The modern rather drab version either had nothing but four hooves with or four hooves plus the addition of flight. Somehow in that failed attempt their gods had sadly mutated their species into such creatures, not to mention the lack of intelligence that went along with it.

Tucking her wings tight against her athletic frame she trudged onward through the snow to see what the Basin consisted of. It would have been nice if her greeters had given her that slightest idea as to where she was in relation to the rest of the herd (that of course would be too easy). If she wasn't trying to mind her manners to her new queen she would have bluntly asked for a tour but somehow she found this would be more like a sightseeing attraction to the rest of the herd. Her wings provided such an easy target to invite others to gawk at her or in this case try to tear her to pieces. Though it might be interesting to see someone try...

Flicking her harks as the sound of another echoed towards her she turned her bi-coloured optics to find a rather interesting looking fellow dragging something or trying to. Observing him for a minute longer she finally made her way down the icy slope to see what his deal was. "I think you missed a spot or two when you gave yourself the buzzcut" she mused to herself with amusement. This whole being nice thing was much harder than she had thought... this probationary period was going to be very long. "Well you have a very fascinating job. How'd you get stuck doing this all alone." She commented with a lovely touch of sarcasm. Well this was better than the first couple things that popped into her mind albeit still lame but better than calling him a mule.