With every step where hoof met freezing powder, a shiver crawled up through the cinnamon bodice of the stallion traveling so obviously throughout the bleached landscape. Annoyed mercury eyes glared at the tiny flakes that accumulated insanely fast, where the influence of Frostfall only kept the air quite obviously cooler than normal cycles of this season. Tolio had little experience with snow, and found himself pondering what use it had. After so long out in the freezing atmosphere, the unicorn was desperate to find shelter from this annoying weather. Allstate all members of Mauja's hardened band knew of the caves and caverns that we're found among the icy cliffs, and these were what the stud now searched for.

At last one such openings were found hidden in the glaciers that surrounded him, and white stocking clad legs kicked out behind him in coltish glee, spreading flurries of snow everywhere in a great explosion. Pace quickening from his slow plodding to a prancing trot, making it easier to move over the snow instead of shoving through. Crystal clouds escaped his nostrils to hover around his visage with every breath, the muted sounds of movement becoming louder as he escaped the snow. Sighing in relief and glancing about, only then noticing the other that occupied the cave. Despite the snow having wet down his body, it was obvious that he too was part of Mauja's band. Dipping his head in greeting, a boyish smile covering his face, much unlike his age. "Greetings. Mind if I bother you for the opportunity to stay in this shelter with you? I'm afraid my horn will fall off in this weather." Tone light but quiet, knowing that not all unicorns were as welcoming as he. Hips sloping gently as he rested a hind leg, posture open and relaxed.

The silver bay stud was leant against the wall almost lazily awaiting Tolio's arrival. Seeing no malevolence in his relaxed posture, the red stallion advanced a little, flicking his tail to try and whip away the melted snow. Respectfully doing it on the other side from the stranger, conscious of his presence and knowin he most likely wouldn't appreciate it. Doing the same to his mane, shaking like a dog and smiling genially at the stallion. Childishly awed by his way of speaking. "Thank you. I'm Tolio, I'm pretty new here. May I inquire your name?" Cranium tilting curiously as mercury optics observed the figure before him. Tolio wasn't always the most mature and seemed more like an overgrown colt when off the battlefield, but he always meant well and was surprisingly selfless. Not bothering to hide his curiosity in accordance to the handsomely colored male. No point when they were both being friendly.

The snow was blowing through the entrance, snipping and biting at his hindquarters and flanks. Shuffling his hind legs and stepping closer, in an almost diagonal pattern so he could still face his brother member. It was nice to finally meet someone else from Mauja's band. Tolio only really knew Mauja and Faelene, and had been desperately wishing for company. Perhaps his wish had come true this evening, and he would leave with one more friend.

OOC; sorry it's short~

The silver buck, whom Tolio soon discovered was named Totem, seemed a rather easy going spirit. All the while he had been here, Totem had hardly moved, though he looked content with his current state of inactivity. Tolio almost envied him this small pleasure. With an over abundance of energy, the cinnamon stallion couldn't relax as often as he wanted to or should. Needing to do something, always be active and working towards some small goal. "Ah. Pleasure, Totem. To answer your question, I was getting some fresh air and wanted to see the caves. Storm caught me a little too fast, I misjudged how long the trip would be." Smiling sheepishly and cocking a hind leg, knowing that sometimes he was easily distracted and would wander off without even noticing the darkening of the sky. Or in this case the approaching storm he had tried and failed to remind himself of.

Their differences were apparent but Tolio turned a blind eye to that. He'd never been racist or judgmental, and with a childlike openness towards every kind soul he often found himself with too many friends. Many outside of his herd. Totem seemed a rather nice fellow, slow and content in a drifting sort of way. Tolio found him instantly interesting. "I decided to leave my bachelor band to start making an actual use of myself. Wanted to carry on the ways of my parents. Seems nearly all horned equines stay here, and I wanted to support them. Get them back to a home, be a part of them." Gaze flicking over Totem curiously, unable to keep the question he do badly wanted to ask inside of him. "What brought you here?

Totem looked confused by his expression, but the puzzlement soon vanished as if it had never resided on his face. Clearly either finding an answer to whatever question had been posed in his mind or not bothering to dwell on said matter for too long. His accent alone wasn't Helovian, and Tolio felt apologetic for not explaining himself better. Tolio was good with words, but he preferred actions. Having a way with language shouldn't be something you rely on completely. But Totem did not seem bothered and so the cinnamon stallion pushed it away from his thoughts.

The stallion's past was as different as black and white to Tolio's, but he clearly wasn't too bothered by it and seemed to have come to terms with anything that had happened in his homeland. At times Tolio had to carefully listen to understand his accent, but he didn't mind. His attention was easily captured and to him it was fascinating. "Helovia is certainly welcoming, but we all have our demons that lurk in the shadows. I'm glad you enjoy it better here than there! I certainly enjoy your company. Bet they're cursing themselves for losing you now that we have you." Grinning as he spoke, auds twitching slightly. Tolio wasn't very much like a typical stallion, more like a colt with a mare's fancy for interesting things. Soldier or not, that was his personality. Luckily in battle that didn't matter. Everyone was transformed in those dark times. Totem had mentioned being a guard, and perhaps Tolio didn't appear very strong, but it didn't matter. Totem seemed kind enough anyways.