The two mares stood crowded under the colourful canopy of the structure, their backs painted with a mosaic of colours that Liit had never sported before. For the whole of her life, she had always been pale on colour, and despite the dark mottling of her flesh close to the soft points on her body, she assumed she was always destined to be plain in complexion. Whether she remained pale in colour of the dark speckles about her continued to grow until they consumed her, she assumed she would never be considered as vibrant or colourful.

A part of her appreciated the interesting markings of the winged stallion she stood across from, noting the faint sheen of an unnatural colour in his skin as he stands in the shadows. Another part of her was jealous of the gold and white that interlaced the mare’s skin, only broken by feral designs of another world. Both strangers looked to be painted under a creative light compared to her, but she would not hold that against them. For now, she too was decorated with a myriad of colours, as long as the sun shone through the glass ceiling.

When asked if he was watching them, the stallion seemed to deflect the question and turn it into another, less loaded question of his own, casting a liberal glance across their surroundings. “It is unlike anything I have ever seen before.” Her answer is honest, as never before had she seen such a strange structure, let alone with a ceiling made so as to best reflect the sunlight. The multi-coloured mare seems to agree, and Liit passes her a soft glance with a little smile, thankful for her company in the face of the stallion that seems to find this all too amusing for her liking.

He pushes on to a more casual conversation, and Liit shifts her weight, thinking that he was carefully probing the air for more sinister reasons. As the other mare answers his question, the pale mare finds that the three of them must be here for similar reasons, and there was almost nothing malicious about their being here. “I thought it best to get out of the cold for a little bit.” As soon as she answers, she wonders if she has divulged too much, and she wonders if it would be simple enough for these two strangers to figure out where she was from simply by figuring out exactly where in Helovia was still cold during the turn of the season. Thinking that she was being a little too suspicious for her own good, she looks carefully into the face of the winged stallion. “And you, just here to enjoy the shade?”