Since arriving in this strange land there was so much to take in and remember that the hybrid was having trouble trying to cram so much information into her head. Thankfully she did not have to travel by land like many of the unfortunate souls down there, she was able to soar high above them. This took little to no time at all allowing her to cover more ground in the span of a single day. From the icy Basin landscape she flew until the snow eventually began to disappear leaving grasses and foliage in its place. While she was not particularly fond of the warmer climate today's forecast brought along a pleasant breeze to cool the temperatures.

Bi-coloured eyes take in the many trees and forests that were starting to change from green to all shades of yellow, red and orange. The season was changing and she knew it would not be long before the snow covered the ground completely. It would be interesting to see how things went around here during the winter season when the food became scarce. Below her the forest finally ended to reveal blotches of purple and brown within a large meadow. Dipping lower with curiosity she found that the purple was actually mass clumps of thistle. Hmmm well this was not going to be a place she would come often. She absolutely hated trying to pluck the sticky burrs out of her mane and tail it was just so tedious and annoying plus the extra pain of them being so dang itchy.

She was about to regain her altitude when something dark happened to catch her eye smack dab in the middle of a particularly large thistle patch. At first she thought it could be a bear out scavenging for its winter hibernation but something just didn't look right. Circling back around to get a second glance a smirk crossed her face when the figure turned out to be a horse. What kind of idiot goes diving into thistles? Shaking her head in disbelief she considered just leaving to let the poor moron get himself out of his own mess. While others could consider her a cold hearted bitch she was trying to turn over a new leaf so to say. Sighing she eyed a clear spot within the prickly mess and headed for it. Touching down softly she carefully folded her wings to her sides making sure they did not pick up any of the thistles in the process. There was nothing like getting those things in the soft folds of her feathers, it was horrible.

Picking her way diligently through the brush she stopped facing the figure of the stuck stallion. "Didn't anyone tell you not to play with those things?" She commented with amusement. This could be interesting...