Oh dear lords it was still cold. Feathers tucked ruffled and fluffed about her sides trying to keep the lean body warm. Yet the girl was ever followed by her own breezes, and it was proving at this moment to be quite a challenge to live with. At home this had never been a problem, in fact it was more of a blessing. It had always been so hot and warm on that isle she never even thought about the winds about her. Oh but now! Ever since she had climbed the banks of this land her entire body had been a frozen mess, yet her heart had leapt with such excitement the winds about her had not chance of remaining still. So the girl was moving inland. Perhaps there was some source of warmth over there. Maybe that was where all of these reclusive Helovians were hiding.

She was still worried that they all took on the unusual look of that mare on the beach. With horns replaced for eyes. As much as she tried to steady herself when she looked at that curiosity, it didn’t help much. So when two figures came into view ahead you can bet the girl didn’t waste much time in looking to see if they had the same unfortunate features.

A deep breath exhales when she sees they do not. Now though, unlike on the beach, she had more of her wits about her. So as she walks to them the mannerism of her home come back to her. Her head is held higher, her wings tucked neatly in, and her smile is not its usual wild and unruly self, but calm and collected. The breeze at her sides would not be so easily curbed, it remains ever playful, pulling at the tips of her mane. And though she wanted to jog up and ask the pair a million questions and wait for none of the answers, she only comes up with a nicker of appearance.

The mare, an equine, drips with wet same as the pearl hours ago. And she steps up in time to hear the last of the gentleman’s concern. Follow him? To where? Was there warmth? Is that where everyone hide? They didn’t say names. Did they know each other? Was she intruding (not that that would stop her much)? What were their names? SO MANY QUESTIONS. Yet this time her manners held against the onslaught. “Afternoon. Yes it is terribly cold, but if I may ask,” Her gaze shifts to the light stallion. “-what lies in that direction?” One of her questions managed to slip through, but you can blame a gust in her own breeze for thinking again of the promise of warmth.


The girl though does recover herself. She looks to the mare again. “Terribly sorry, my name is Adria.” The formal name sings from her lips and it makes her tassled tail twitch. Even though she was holding herself as was proper, she didn’t quite enjoy it. Let’s hope, she thinks, we’ll hurry up through this, become close and can get on with the fun. Maybe they would even explore with her! Or share some secrets this seemingly barren land held.