Here once more, the doe couldn't find herself to stay in place at the Falls; she had regained the strength to adventure away from the hidden valley, but in fear of finding herself lost again, only returned to the very same property lines that she had been only weeks ago. Still, Arvakl's sinister, distant eyes bore into the underfed mare's mind, haunting her dreams each night of her lonesome slumber. While she felt safe under the distant eyes of herd mates, she will never feel right without her sister's voice each night.. even if it wasn't the friendliest.

      Today the weather is fair, unlike it had been just the night before. The chill of Frostfall kept the brutt up all night, quivering in a small ball, her body trying to shut down in the middle of the night while her eyes slipped closed. But now the sun made it's way out of the thicket of clouds once in a great while, the wind cold, but nothing that made the malnourished girl stop and wince in pain. It was calm enough even, that a stranger had set to the skies to take a fly. Hiding beneath a thin, leafless tree with thick bark with the wind coming directly at her, she watches the man circle down from the sky and find his feet with ease. Wonder filled her sheltered mind, aquamarine eyes focused hard on the decorative gold splattered along his wings and up along his body. Bountiful hair leaked off of the side of his arched neck; she can feel her thick forelock wrapped around her right ear and crawling down her face, hopefully covering the sickly scar she is so ashamed of.

      At this point, she could see the stallion sniffing at the air, his wings still arched out and feathers being tickled by the wind. A stiff smile toys with her velvet lips, pulling them up at the corners; how she wished she could have been adorned with wings like her sister. Once more, Arvakl makes it into her empty mind. The sister with the pink highlights and her fluffy, magnificent, powerful wings. "Each night, once every one else is asleep, he flies high up into the heavens and sleeps on the clouds." Her father's voice whispers in her head, a night time story she could only hear on the nights that mother wasn't around.

      The sound of feathers folding against the wind sucks the brutt back into reality, her eyes refocusing from one golden feather and back onto the now rattling body of the stranger as he shakes his head in the air. Silently, she blinks hard, trying to count the golden splatters that decorate his dark body. Another breeze tosses her forelock across her right eye, causing her to shy away from the gust and fold into herself, tripping on one of the tree roots to her right. She falls into the tree, her hip hitting first before she nearly drops and a whimper escaping her dry throat; in a hurry, she finds her footing behind the root and freezes in her tracks, hoping to have not disturbed the speckled man that stands a stones throw away.

"Speech"
@[Bucephalus]