What a brilliant idea, was the grumbling thought as the painted fae picked her way through the barren iceland. Coming to the coldest past of Helovia in Orangemoon. Wonderful plan. Pale blue orbs cast a look at her surroundings as a sigh, laden with frigid misery, is released. It had been a great idea to begin with; the femme had set out from her herdland to explore her new world. She had heard of ancient, beautiful rock formations to the north, and as it wasn't far from the Foothills, she had decided to set out to see the sights. In theory, she would romp around in the tundra and return home, cheerful and full of glee at her wandering. Never having resided in northern areas before, the mare hadn't known to expect such cold. The Foothills were cooling down, of course. Orangemoon would do that to a land. But the temperatures there, which chilled Kanti in the night, were nothing in comparison to the Steppe. A shiver wracked her bodice; how she would hate to be here come Frostfall!

Normally a happy-go-lucky, naive femme, Kanti's current grudging mental state was a bit out of the norm. She supposed she deserved to be cold, setting out as she had, alone, to a place she'd never been before, the like of which she had never experienced. But a bit of her inner filly was pouting, feeling as though the gods might have smiled on her a bit. After all, she was a good girl - she followed the rules, was kind to others, was not racist or angry or hateful. Why shouldn't she get a bit of warmth on her exploration? Auds pinned backwards; eyes narrowed at the distant horizon. Irritability did not suit her well.

In the distance, a form emerged. It looked to be somewhat equestrian, though Kanti was nearly sure that there were a few added appendages. As always when encountering one of another race, the equine felt underdeveloped. It wasn't that she actively wanted wings or a horn, but she just felt so plain without them, when others around her looked so fancy. Another glance toward the figure registered smoke, and what looked like flames dancing beneath. In fact, the entire figure seemed to be on fire, or glowing, or something - but she couldn't quite put her hoof on it. She hesitated; what was this being? And besides, she wasn't quite comfortable around magic. It made her nervous. But he looked so warm, walking and smoking and flaming and all that, and eventually, the chilled paint's desire for warmth won out.

Hooves picked up a steady, rocking beat toward the figure. Naturally, in such a barren land, he was much farther than he appeared, and as she finally began to approach him, Kanti slowed again. Now she could make out details - the double horns, the massive wings - and she began to sense something of his power. But she couldn't turn back now - surely he had already sensed or heard her presence, as close as she had become. Suddenly, another mortal appeared - Breeze! She had to admit relief at someone's presence other than her own, and thanks to the Pegasus, she now knew the stranger's identity. A god! she thought, awestruck. Better not just stand here! And so, nervously, not quite sure what to expect, Kanti called out a greeting. "Good afternoon, sir," she started, intending to ask if her company would be welcomed but finding her voice failed her; she nodded briefly to Breeze, never taking her orbs off the god. And so it was that the young fae waiting, hoping not to get burned.