Green orbs didn't hold any fear, only excitement at the stallion she had just met. Such an open, helpless life, yet she loved her life. Yes, the stallion wasn't a foal, but he was interesting looking and that was all she cared about. Her front small hoof pawed the snow. Stay flakes flying everywhere, and making the prettiest patterns. A happy shrill left her maw. Breath misted in the cold area. "Hello." A hyper and bold voice cutting through the silence. She continued... "I am Beauty, and you are?" Fluffy ears flicked forward. "Oh.. I also like your horn." A beam crossed her maw.
She reached her muzzle out once more and clacked her teeth. A sign only for respect. She didn't mean any harm. Just an instinct of hers. A breeze whistled against the trees and towards them. Cold wind that stung her orbs and most likely his too.
OOC: It's OK! ;)