Kodiak froze with his hoof in mid air, his heavy feathering fluttering in the breeze. He bent his neck like a pretzel to train his good eye on the blue mare before him. Could it be? Could she have the same affliction on her mind as him? She didn't seem to feel even a fraction of the distress that it caused him. He felt his missing memories like a phantom limb, unable to forget the wrongness of their absence.

He lowered his leg slowly. "Doesn't it bother you? The not knowing?" If his voice was louder than it had been before, it was only because the wind was picking up. It was not possible for a horse like him to fear something more than a tiny prancing blue unicorn. He tried not to stare like his life depended on the words she would say next.

There was nothing to say, really, when she made the mistake of turning his questions on himself. He half listened to her flustered apologies, but he had already shrugged off her poorly chosen words. By now he'd realized out that she wouldn't intentionally bring harm to even the tiniest insect in the Basin, much less a fellow horse.

"I like the snow," he said, as if that explained everything, and perhaps it did. He gave her a gentle smile.

They were interrupted by a lanky rack of bones that vaguely resembled a goat, but without any of the nimbleness or grace a mountain goat possessed. He turned his head a bit to the left and squinted. A horse then, he decided after a longer inspection. Tiamat jumped to fulfill the strange horse's demands, as he knew she would, but something in Kodiak bristled at his tone.

"You should thank her," he told the goat-horse quietly.

Another figure stalked towards them through the snow. Something about him pulled Kodiak's attention, much like a poisonous snake resting harmlessly on a branch. There was no telling when it would uncoil, or what it would do once it had. The stallion's mannerisms tugged at his memories, and something finally shook itself loose. He was quite certain that the horse that had attacked him, damaged his mind and stole half his sight, had looked at him the same way Deimos was right now.

"My name is Kodiak," he told the stallion. He felt that calculating gaze slide over him, and he wondered if Deimos would understand what the tilt of his head meant. Just how obvious was his blindness? "I wish to seek shelter in your territory, and perhaps to learn the ways of your healer."

He didn't look at Tiamat, conscious of the fact that he hadn't asked her first.
 
 
 
"Talk."
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I'm walking the long road
           watching the sky fall