"They've forgotten about us." The lady's hymn was laced with it's usual sadness. Golden orbs trained upon the horizon as if searching for a better future, the one that her parents had promised to her.
This was not how she had planned out her life.

It was a bitter chuckle that passed through her lips. The doe had not returned to The Basin for almost an entire season. How was she when all that remained for her was betrayal?
How could she return to them? It no longer felt like home. Without a purpose to drive her back there was no reason to even wonder when or if she should return.
Maybe she truly had been living in The Basin for too long, most of the locals where cold and distant and if she had truly frozen over perhaps it was time to thaw out her frozen heart.

Then again, she wasn't the one known as the Frostheart.
Then again, she'd never really believed that about Mauja.

Because in the end she had still carried them for months of her life, she had trusted him not to run. Love. A roll of her eyes proved her current feelings, all love had done for her was blacken her battered heart.

Wynter shrieked in the sky above her, the snowy griffin swooped down and flew a circle around her. 'Deireadh an-,' an icy breeze blasted through the tree whipping her forelock across her eyes. A smile had danced along her chops at her companion's words though, Wynter was loyal and loving. Traits often hard pressed to be found in others. Often she felt as if her bonded would be the only one who would remain by her side throughout her life - the only one who stood by her as she fell.
Setting the pace at a brisk trot, the doe allowed Wynter to guide her through the trees. Her attention was focused inwards, most considered how to rise to power, what their family was doing, things they owed, jobs to do, yet the doe was concerned about how she was going to climb up out of this depressing ditch she'd fallen into.

The sound of movement reaches her ears, something heavy moving through the rushes...perhaps there was two of them moving through the sometimes eerie forest. Pulling to a stop, the doe glances towards her left, the sounds seemed to be migrating from there. Considering her options, it is a moment before her changes her direction and cautiously moves towards the noises. Strangers always brought interesting conversation and allowed her to escape reality from time to time.

As she emerged from the trees herself she finally spotted the pair a few meters behind her. Golden orbs darted from stallion to doe. His coat was painted with a beautiful black, where it shone in the light that occasionally against the light that filtered through the trees. Yet in palled against the white of his coat, the blinding flashes of white where what Arah assumed her caught her attention at first. Brilliant blood stained eyes captivated her attention, they drew her in, the opened his soul up to her. Finally the golden horn the spiralled up gleamed at her as she studied him. As she had originally guessed his frame was sturdy. Beside him was (what Arah assumed) his bonded, the smaller creature shared many resembles with her in appearance perhaps, yet no doubt their natures where completely different.
Raising her eyes and voice she finally speaks and Wynter comes to land beside her. "Many blessings."