Cold. Cold everywhere. And still, she couldn't bring herself to move from her little prison of snow. Thin legs trembled and deep ruby brown eyes stared at the red that splashed up them in shock. Trying to focus only on them lest she have another panic attack.

Another sound soon came to her, pushing through the shock that enveloped her like a blanket and into her consciousness. Someone was running. To her? Had her mother returned? No...her mother would have approached from behind. Little desperate cries quieted as the other approached, eyes wide and scared. Would this newcomer hurt her, like her mother? What had she done so terribly wrong?

Gait slowed and approached, tiny head lifting as a worried face appeared. Kneeling down and extending- what was that? A wing? It was so beautiful, so warm as it wrapped her up where she lay in the snow. A wing. Only furthering what Nayati thought was an angel, her kind beautiful face surely belonging to an immortal being. Gentle nuzzles touched her hurting body, and Nayati wobbled to a halfway standing position. Leaning into the touches instinctively. It reminded her of when she'd first been born and her mother had urged her up to tiny hooves.

Soft, soft words they were as they touched her ears. Kinder than anything mother had spoken to her. "I promise I won't hurt you." It was a massive relief to Nayati's wounded heart that no more pain would be offered. Blinking slowly up at her angel when the divine being asked where her parents where. Thin legs trembling as she tried to continue holding herself up. Seeing that the angel was kneeling she did the same, sinking back down to the bloodied snow with a whine. Think. Think. Where were her parents? Shock was unkind to her but tiny muzzle twitched and opened.

"M-Momma...M-Momma hurt Nayati...Nayati no know what did wrong this time!" Voice quiet but with a sad and pleading tone. Her mind too young to know very many words. She'd never had the chance to learn. Always silent. Always hidden. Away from her father who wasn't her father. That was Nayati's life. "Momma hurt...tell Nayati bad things...must go way, I evil...but I always forgive Momma. Momma hurts Nayati lots...Won't let come with Momma anymore. Leaves." Many words that were surprisingly stuck in her vocabulary: evil, for that was what Nayati was. Forgive, for she always did. Go away, what her mother had screamed at her amidst profanities.

Trusting eyes turned to the angel. "Go with angel?" Remembering her first spoken words. Growing tired as a large gash on her flank continued to hurt and bleed. Laying little spotted head on the angel's shoulder.