It's the sound of crunching snow beneath small feet that alerts the colt that he is not alone. Twitching an ear backwards, he listens for a moment before finally twisting his neck around to look upon the other foal. It was a filly, looking a dark shade of bay until the light from above hit her rump, showing off the large spots that were sprinkled into her hide. A curved horn sat proudly upon her forehead, an unsurprising feature to find upon an inhabitant of the Basin. Her figure was ever so slightly blurred, for the young colt had been born with a temporary blindness, but he was able to tell these things. When she sent a smile his way, he shifted in discomfort, unused to the simple gesture of friendliness.
When the filly spoke, she stumbled over her words, which, admittedly, caused a quiet chuckle to escape the colt's throat. Mesec was unsure as to why she would seem so nervous standing before him; was she afraid of him? He was different in this land of unicorns, but he had never done anything to anyone. Was it his frightening eyes, or maybe the way he glowed beneath the moonlight? If she were truly afraid of him, though, wouldn't she have simply gone another way?
"Hello, Frost," he spoke up in return, managing to form another smile upon his face in a meek attempt to make the filly more at ease. Her name was certainly fitting considering the environment of their home. "My name is Mesec." For some time, he simply remained silent, pupiless eyes drinking in any sort of reaction he might have stirred from the filly. But he could not be silenced for long. "Frost," he finally spoke up again, "Are you alright? You look... well, I'm not too sure."
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