"I have always loved the snow. Such a static and beautiful world, don't you think?"

This land, and all its wild beauty, would never be fully understood by this warm natured soul. He didn’t lay mock claim to even begin to understand it. Just as a desert cactus thought nothing of living within the tundra, he too, gave little thought to lingering among a territory of crystal without reason. The silver mare took a step nearer to his frame; she appeared intimidated by all this. Skull shifted to glance at her, the honeyed pits of his eyes softening for a split moment.

His kind nature came forth at a downfall, even though the moment didn’t last for more than a second; attention turned back and with careful words he responded thoughtfully, “I admire the strength of this terrain, and the mysterious alluring attraction it holds.”

Their mysterious company had revealed nothing of name or any other hint upon the workings of the inner mind. Midas expected nothing less and merely offered a continuing forced smile of pleasantry as the nameless one referred to a rather stand out nickname that his companions used for title. Mauja articulated in a flat response to Midas’s choice words of entrance, "Or we just take different paths, Pegasus." Responsive senses flicked back a notch, gaze shifting to catch the king within his sight, “Yes,” he uttered softly in agreement, they did indeed, take different paths.

Bannered ivory flicked against his right haunch, a chilling wind bite paths along his uncovered spine. Wings tightened their point across his sides in an attempt to keep body heat from escaping. It was nearly dark now, the sun was completely gone. All that remained was a lingering golden flame of vibrant coloring; but, it too was slowly fading from sight. Shiny hooves remained mostly hidden in the snow; the wet cold was making his ankles tingle.

It seems they were all falling prey to this gathering of random souls. Like sheep to a shepherd, equine were coming out of the wood work; flocking to this area. The soft sound of wings tickled the hair along his ears, one swiveled back with gaze following just in time to see a griffon land near Mauja’s side. Brows narrowed together, its owner lay not far behind.

Crushed snow offered his senses direction of her approach without turning to see until she was fully with them, a fresh comment enticing response. He recognized the dark mare from their recent battle, though couldn’t place a name.