She slowed as the bird did, flaring out her wings to come to a hovering stop. "That was fun." she giggled, the invigorating cold and the flight making her feel almost like a foal again. The four-year-old didn't often get a chance to frolic and goof off, especially back home. She watched the bird go into a landing, swooping down to alight gracefully in the meadow. Aryel's landing was somewhat less elegant, she tilted into a downwards spiral and hit the ground at a gallop, sending up a wave of powder snow that mixed with the flakes beginning to fall. She trotted to a stop, nostrils sending up clouds of steam as she regarded the bird curiously. "Okay," she said, lowering her head to get a better look at it. "You brought me here. Now what?"
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.