Res had been traveling for a little bit. She had finally found Quil again and since she had forced a healer on him she was to wait for his return. Until that happened she chose the most peaceful grounds she could find. As she stumbled in her eyes panned over the thin, dying grass with the few heads of violet thistle protruding along the snow covered grounds. The river she spots in the distance as a stranger gleam to it, as if it's frozen over. And, really, with this weather she doesn't doubt that it is.

Golden orbs lock upon the sparse violet dots and she starts to edge toward them, leaving deep hoof prints in the snow as she trekked onward. Her frame closing the distance rather quickly, almost having to hop due to her small size compared to the height of the snow. As she reached one thistle she'd carefully pull it out of the ground from it's roots and nest it into the tip of her tail and then hop towards the next, creating a maze of her footsteps through the snow toward each one. And each one proceeded to be gently snatched from the ground and placed precariously in her tail.

Once she had a nice full dock of flowers she started toward the river, deciding that she must see if it actually was ice. Still hopping through the snow she stopped at the bank of the river and tapped the ice with the tip of her hoof. Seemed stable. Dropping her maw down she lapped at it a couple of times until she felt her tongue attach to the ice. Frustration and panic taking over as she wheeled herself backwards. What was going on?! She wasn't supposed to not be able to pull her tongue free! So with one jerking movement she ripped her tongue from the ice, letting out a small whimper of pain and stumbling back into the snow. Her legs giving out from under her, she fell, knocking the snow around her ontop of her bodice. She snorted a few times, dislodging the snow from her nostrils before attempting to stand back up. Her hooves sliding out from under her on the icy ground of the bank. Another attempt, shaking as she did to get more snow off and place it on the ground below her. Once more, she fell. Again, another attempt. And, when she fell again she let out an annoyed huff, a huge patch of snow located on her poll and starting to slide down her face as she gazed upward toward it in annoyance. What a wonderful day, no?

He had yet to settle in Helovia, the bitter stallion was one without a heart, yet at the same time there where those that he cared for. He had been traveling since being accepted into the foothills, careless wonders seemed to have done his soul good. He liked being alone, he was left to his own thoughts. So when he came across the two idiots rolling around in the snow, presumably because they had lost their footing, Shakespeare just stopped and stared annoyed that they had interrupted his thinking time. He did not offer them help, watching them fail provided much entertainment for his bored mind. The mare was mostly just clueless. The stallion was the idiot for rushing over to her. Tutting to himself he took his time in approaching the pair, he did not rush, trip or make a spectacle of himself. Stopping a few meters off he watched as the stallion spoke and listened in. "Well if you had thought about the situation, you wouldn't have fallen!" Sighing he looked over the pretty mare, who seemed to have been rather enjoying herself before she fell. He now assessed them both.

Female.
Four to six years.
Outcast.
Equine.

Male
Two to four years.
Outcast.
Unicorn or hybrid.

That was all that mattered. Shakespeare already knew that his intelligence was already far beyond both of theirs. Their actions and mannerisms spoke loud and clear to the stag. His green eyes watched openly and directly at the mare. Stupid or not, she was still a lady that should be looked after. "Do you need assistance in any way mam?" He asked doing her best to be polite. He had no clue as to why she didn't just stand up, if she was much longer in the snow she would get a chill. As the other stag had already stated he was used to falling over, he should be used to the pain by now. He carefully thought about their current situation, before deciding that after all of this time he needed to socialise any way. Not that either of these two would be improving his mind in anyway. "You both may call me Shakespeare." He had no interest in knowing either of their names, for it was only boredom that was keeping him around. He now walked carefully to the mare and stopped beside her was a bemused expression on his face. "You can't stand up." It wasn't a question, it was a note as he studied her movements. With a sigh he bent his neck down and assessed her position closer wondering how he was going to be able to help her back up without tipping himself.

Next he turned to look at to the stag called Casimir, with a roll of his eyes, Shakespeare began thinking hard. With the other stag's help they would be able to lift the mare out of the snow easily. He walked away from the mare and stood beside the stag. "If you're careful, there if a patch of snow not to far from your front hooves." He instructed. "Get up slowly, and carefully, when walking shift your body weight off to the side to keep your balance." He wondered why he was helping them. "Then we will help...daisy over there."

[[OOC: God it sucks and it was hard but I did it.]]


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Table; Frostie

It wasn't long before the mare had fallen. Her body landing on top of a rather unfortunate ice patch that had been hidden by the snow, and with her body haven shaken it up and pushed it out of her way. She shuddered, glancing annoyed up toward the patch of snow upon her pole only to glance up to see someone bolting toward her. Eyes split open in a panic, her frame struggling to stand once more only to have her feet continue to slip out from under her. No. She needed to run. She needed to run. She was going to be hurt!

But, it seemed that this other stag ran straight into the ice patch as well and slid himself, falling right beside her. She craned her head away, giving a tiny snort of uncertainty as he rolled and then coughed the snow away. Was she alright? Had he scared her? Casimir. Her name? She couldn't think. She couldn't even speak. Her mouth opened, a few uncertain mumbled words escaped her maw as she attempted to come up with something to respond with. She blinked twice before she noticed another stag approaching. Oh, no! Really?! She was definitely going to be hurt now. But, he didn't seem to move close, compared to the other stag. He seemed to chastised the other stag. A sigh on his lips as he turned to face her, some of the thistle's knocked a bit out of place from the dock of her tail before he offered her assistance. Then, he offered her his name, Shakespeare. A wonderful name, though she still felt uncertain about his demeanor. "I'm not hurt. You, on the other hand, probably gave yourself a concussion. And why would you rush if you can't see that well?" she stuttered a little before attempting to stand again. Of course, it was still in vain.

Her body was trembling, but not from the cold. No. She had stayed too long in that ice cave to truly be affected by this cold at the moment. She couldn't stand. Oh. Really? She wouldn't have guessed. And, really, if she had any backbone at all she probably would have scoffed at the stag before her. Golden eyes glinting in fear as he bent his neck down, so close to her. Please don't snap. Please don't snap. That was all she could think. And then,, he was turning back to the other stag, helping him figure out how to stand, and walking away from her.

Instinct kicked in then, and she shook the snow away from her pole and the began to brush some of the snow back toward her front legs. A feeble attempt to give her somewhere to step that wasn't ice. A tiny cough as some of the snow reentered her nostrils before continuing to push snow onto the pile. Her audit perking at the sarcasm dripping off his tongue with her nickname. "It's Resplendence. But I suppose Daisy is fitting enough," she muttered, not wanting to insult the stag in anyway and have him turn on her. One hoof. Two hooves. A bit of weight. Perhaps she could stand? She tried, and made it up higher than she had previously. Her front feet managing to stabilize on the pile of snow, but her back flints sliding precariously along the ice.

So close. Yet so far. Giving up on fighting to keep standing when she couldn't really push off out of the area she slowed her descent back to the ground and repacked the snow from where she had been standing. At least she would have some aid for the next attempt. If only she wasn't so small, then she might be able to reach some of the snow from the other side to give her hind flints something to stand on until she could hop out of the area.

Of course. That didn't make her fear of being so close to others any easier to swallow.