Although Orangemoon, with it's crisp nights and firey leaves, was slowly drawing near, Aryel was determined to make the most of the last half of Tallsun. If this Frostfall was going to be anything like the one she had arrived here in, eating what she could when she could was a good idea. And the meadow she had found herself in was perfect. She waded knee-high through a carpet of meadow flowers and rich grass, almost sighing with contentment. A few bees had buzzed up as she passed, causing her to jump, but they had left her alone, and she had left them alone. Java was enjoying the day as well, flapping from bloom to bloom to lap up what nectar he could. His chest and muzzle were dusted with yellow pollen. The two came across a large expanse of brambles and small leaves sitting in the meadow, the delicious scent of wild black raspberries wafting off. Gently, Aryel lipped off a few, careful not to prick herself on the thorns. The sun-ripened berries burst in her mouth, sending a delicious, sweet flavor across her tongue. Java snatched off a few as well, his growing size not stopping him from fluttering right next to the bush.

As she walked past the bush, she could see another horse on the far side of the meadow, a roan pegasus like her, but older. Aryel nickered in her direction as a polite greeting, then returned her attention to the succulent grass. Before she could take a bite, though, another whinny caught her attention. Perplexed, she raised her head again. But it hadn't come from the older mare, it sounded too young. She cast her eyes about the meadow again until she saw another, smaller form, this one adorned with a horn. She sent out an answering whinny, trotting towards the filly. She stood at the base of a hill carpeted with the same foliage, and as Aryel drew near, she recognized the girl as one she had seen before, first in the Fields, then in the Blue. The memory of those freakish hircine demons that had attacked them sent a shiver down her spine. "Hello again, Frost." she said cheerfully, stopping a short distance in front of her. "How's life treating you?" Java alighted on his usual place between her wings, peering around at the filly. If only she had know the transformation that had taken place in the child's mind, the disease, at least to her, that had been planted there. Her demeanor would have been very different.

Walk walk walk walk.
"Talk talk talk talk."