it has come to pass...

A mirrored reflection of NADIRA turned to face her, gazing at her with those sea-green spheres. She was spunky and bubbly, full of life and the pure innocence that only comes with being so young. It was a different kind of innocence than found in the unicorn race. The older mare could only smile and give a short lady-like laugh as the little one admitted that it had been her that the giggling had belonged to. For being so young, her introductions were surprisingly quite formal. Mystique, NADIRA repeated to herself. What a befitting name for the filly.

Mystique’s petite maw greeted NADIRA’s with a warm welcoming nuzzle, before pressing her cushy and soft muzzle into the older mare’s chest. Though, with a bat of her eyelashes, she was back to hopping about in the fluffy white stuff, suggesting they play until their heart’s content, possibly even making snow angels. NADIRA had never made a snow angel before, and the concept seemed foreign, but inviting. It was quite obvious the little flicka was craving companionship, someone to play with.

Though questions of where Mystique’s guardian or older siblings might be, gnawed at the front of her skull, NADIRA pushed them aside and made the decision to enjoy this rare opportunity of being free. No skeptical eyes on the pristine white mare, judging her for foolish acts of being childish. Why not take advantage of something that she now could participate in, that she had once been deprived of. She needn’t look around to know they were alone: Alone to enjoy only the solitude of one another’s fits of giggles.

Tossing her own delicately molded façade in playfulness, NADIRA crow-hopped and sprayed glittering snowflakes everywhere. They floated effortlessly like confetti, gracing the two females with a cold blanket of snow. The energy that emanated from the little one was contagious, and NADIRA found herself becoming lost in a state of being young again. She found herself giggling with Mystique uncontrollably, tossing her crowned visage playfully and spraying the glitter that littered the floor in every direction possible. It seemed as though time had retracted itself.

The cold bitterness that had greeted her upon arrival had dispersed elsewhere. The coziness of the sun’s rays were unexpected, but not rejected. After moments of unrelenting fun, the alabaster mare, with flamboyant animation, began rolling in the sparkling flakes, melting any evidence of existence, save for her golden cloven hooves that flailed in the air. So this is what it felt like to have no cares and no responsibility. She wondered if she could ever become accustom to such an easy way of living, but then tossed that idea away. For now, she would enjoy every minute she could of this.

It was at the end of her snow angel-making attempt, that she sat up on her side, heaving from all the enthusiasm spent and laid her soft gaze on Mystique. Questions now filling her cranium at a constant speed, so as to not be dismissed so easily as before.

"Mystique, if you don’t mind me asking, where do you stay? And where is your family?"

These were two simple questions, and NADIRA understood if the filly wished not to answer them, but all the same, she still had to at least ask.