It seemed that her first journey wouldn't be done alone for very long. It wasn't long into Rhiannon's solitary escapade that a blotch of brown marred the snow, causing the filly's rather clumsy and unsightly trot to halt. Dual-colored orbs lingered upon the chocolate form that picked its way slowly down the crest of a hill, slipping occasionally and looking forever like a blumbering fool. Or, at least, that's what Rhiannon thought, tilting her head slightly. The tuft of her frosted forelock brushed against the two nubby horns that adorned her forehead, and immediately her eyes sought out the spotted-boy's own horn. Yes, he had one. It seemed that everyone in the Basin did.

The spotted boy finally reached the bottom of the hill, but Rhiannon was uncertain if she should go to him. After all, even though he looked scrawny like her, he was obviously older. Yet if she didn't go over to him and introduce herself, would everyone think she was a coward? The thought immediately caused a snort to escape the brindled filly, and she stomped a hoof. The tuft of her tail swished indignantly, and squaring her shoulders and puffing her chest out, Rhiannon ventured towards the spotted colt.

The slush clung to her hooves, making rather unpleasant slllssshh-ing noises with each step that she took, but the filly wouldn't be deterred. No, the daughter of Crowley and Elizabeth wouldn't be called a coward! Or she'd push over anyone who had the guts to say it. Head poised high and elegant, obviously trying to show off, Rhiannon pranced forward, her small hooves snapping upwards with each step. It was only when she was a few feet away from the colt did she speak, idly pondering just why he hadn't said anything to her yet, or seemed to have noticed her in any way.

"You don't gotta look so scared, y'know," Rhiannon stated matter-of-factly, gold and silver orbs soaking in the features of the gangly youth, "It's just snow an' slush. It ain't gonna get you." Her words were clipped and somewhat haughty, but not in a terribly teasing way. She just wanted this colt to know that she wasn't bothered by the snow or the slush, and so he shouldn't be either.

"I'm Rhiannon!" She stated proudly, lifting her head higher and a smile blossoming on her face, "My papa's Crowley, the Weaver here, and my momma's Elizabeth, the Corporal. Who are you?" It was almost as soon as the words left her lips that Rhiannon noticed something odd about this chocolate colt in front of her. While the rest of him had a strange sort of muddled color, his eyes did not. They were milky white, quite unlike the refined silver that her right eye was...

Curiously, Rhiannon tilted her head, daring a tender step forward. "What's wrong with your eyes?"