She had accepted your touch immediately, and you lingered tenderly at the touch of her roughness. The scales were still warm, lifting with each breath she took to show the life that swelled beneath them. They were real, tangible, not a prop or something of the imagination. You were entirely enraptured before pressing things took away your short attention span. It was as if the golden beast wanted to play, happily dancing in the sky and offering bouts of frost to accompany your prancing. You stopped, ignoring the ice pooling slightly around your hooves as you remained in a standstill. Icy eyes were focused on the flakes that slowly fluttered down about you, touching your skin and causing you to snort. It was cold, like the snow on the ground that didn't seem to melt. Was this where it came from? Were there giant beasts in the sky, bigger than this one, breathing out frost and blessing them all with the gift of this snowy wonder? Your mind was whirring at the potential prospect.

" Oooh," was what escaped your lips, surprised to find one of the flakes had found their way into your mouth. A squeal escaped you, rapidly blinking to process the previous sensation. It had been cold, before disappearing on your tongue and leaving only the sensation of liquid in your mouth. It tasted like water now. Was this frost another form of water? You would need to ask Miykael later. Yet you were once again thrown out of your thoughts when the woman was now speaking, gentle and polite. Her voice vaguely reminded you of the grey one's. Blinking, you tilted your head to study her. What she said you had heard before, something that others seemed to say when they were first seeing you. The opposite of Goodbye.

" Hello," you mimicked in a more matter of fact tone, studying her before stepping forward and offering your muzzle to hers. This was another thing you had watched others do after greeting someone close. Were you close to this one now? You weren't sure, because what exactly did close entail? Close in proximity? Emotionally? Hereditary? Fluttering ivory lashes you watched her, pulling back now and continuing," Vynter. Call me Vynter." That's what Miykael called you, what the grey one had chosen your title to be. Was there a different word to describe your title as? You probably would never know. So instead you walked in front of her to face her, studying her expressions; her mannerisms and movements to absorb them. She was the elder, the one that would show you what needed to be done in order to survive. Each moment was the perfect opportunity to learn. That's what you did best after all.


" Speak"