The warm crisp air played at my hide. Giving an exceptional warmth to my already heated body. As I ran through the Foothills mud slung behind me, hastily- for it did not just simply float in the air. My movements were sly and quick as I slid in the squishy substance around trees and a few boulders. To feel the freedom of the wind throughout my mane was more than a blessing, it was a gift. Romani had brought me here, to this new home and I thank her for that. I will bring her something in return for turning my life to a new chapter, as she said maybe this new chapter will bring my own self something.

My blue eyes spotted a youngster. Instinct, I searched for a mother. Yet there was none to be found. I slowed gently, trotting as I became closer to her (close enough to see the scar on her rump area) I lowered my high spirited tail. It saddened my heart to see such a thing. It reminded me of Ilair. The poor colt who was drug back to his home after conversing with me, an outcast, and beaten the whole way back. I'll never come to shake that memory. It's like a painful haunting that never goes away. I found my trot coming fondly close to the filly so I stop. Black hooves a little brown from the earthy slosh. "Hello darling, is everything alright?" I asked with concern. Ears alert to anything she might say in return. I as a female, well a motherly caring female, felt it my duty to step forth and offer her a little bit of comfort. After all children needed the feeling of someone there. I remember being that young and the only one there was my father, my mother sick and dying. After her death it seemed that my father and I truly could not stand each others presence. I was nothing he wanted me to be, and I wanted nothing to do with what he wished for me.

A pretty dainty little thing she was. Positive in nature till someone new arrives. I watched her shudder at my words and I stepped backwards a few times to give her some respectful distance. I didn't wish to frighten her any more than she was. Though it seemed as she realized I meant no harm her shuddering ceased. I smiled brightly, giving yet another sign of pure hope within my soul. I would not let her feel fear in my presence, no that would be unacceptable. I should not be feared.

"Youngin, I am not quite for sure these names you speak of, but I hope luck finds you worthy." my bright tones caressing at her ears. The sound of an approacher piked my interest and then the little foal bounded excited tones forward. Addressing Romani as Roma, therefor in her tiny sentence she spoke of Romani. Interesting. I knew not of their relationship, refraining from being to out right and nosy I just continued on with the flow of things. "Romani." I dipped my head in greeting, "Much enjoying it!" delicate vocals calm and inspirational. I shifted my weight sideways and began to relax fully. I did though begin to wander about the pretty little foal and her skidish ways, those scars had to have a connection to it. Had to.