She had taken the northern routes up into the heaven-peaks with purpose; to travel, away from the common folk that seemed to plague the warmer, safer south-northern places. It is then with obvious surprise that she discovers someone here, in the throes of ice laden paths and blustering bluffs, seemingly taking a nap, from what she can tell, at this distance. Her giggles still with her hooves, momentary silence surrounding her, as her eyes narrow in with focus upon the stranger, noting him to be relatively handsome, but otherwise alone; there is something within his curled legs, which, aside from his presence in the usually uninhabited far north, lures her closer.
Beloved makes no secrets of her arrival, a moving patch of snow in the partially white draped, wooded world of the mountains. Her laughter trails with her peculiar gait, her head bobbing in cadence with her steps, and, as she pauses, her crown tilts, her different eyes both narrowing as she beholds the stranger, and his new pet.
Snorting that this all that it is, she almost leaves, but doesn’t; she’s come too far now, after all. The wind moves her mane across her sloped shoulders, as she looks down at the peculiar beasts.
“What an ugly creature,”she coolly denotes, and opens the conversation with, “why are its eyes so forward upon its face?”
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