Head upturned, gaze still locked on the heavens, Janus briefly spotted the owl that soared through the skies. The sight of the owl, snowy white and color, caused the mare's gaze to shift in curiosity. Wasn't it rather cold for a bird of prey to be out? Yet... Then again, this was a snowy owl. Perhaps they were used to such rigorous climates?

As the owl flew overhead, the Andalusian was helpless but to watch. Ice-blue eyes lingered upon each feather and curvature of the owl's wings, a slight look of envy crossing her features. What would it be like to fly, she wondered? To simply spread one's wings and take to the skies? To simply... Escape your troubles, if only for awhile?

Still, it seemed that this mysterious, yet beautiful, snowy owl woudn't be her only company, as a deep voice echoed through the silence of the winter afternoon. Immediately Janus' head snapped downwards and to the sides, her ears pinned back in uncertainty and eyes narrowed. Her gaze sought out the owner to the voice, and not only was she surprised to see him so close -how had he crept up so silently?-, but his sheer size in comparison to her was somewhat unsettling. Not one to be deterred, however, Janus gave a snort of warning, and shifted, swinging her rear behind her so that she faced the remarkably handsome stallion.

Sharp blue eyes lingered, surveying and cataloging each and every detail of the spotted, horned male in front of her. He was... Well, perhaps dashing would make her seem like a fairy-tale spun idiot, but he was rather handsome. Spots of the finest ebony adorned his coat, covering his powerful and muscled frame... And were those feathers, roosting behind his ears and nestled in the nape of his tail?

During her survey, she took notice of the same white owl from before arriving and settling upon the steed's withers, and that earned a curious glance before her thoughts redirected once more to the spotted male. "... Perhaps," came Janus' response, her voice wary and uncertain. There was no way knowing if this male was a threat, and yet... His eyes were soothing, almost like a vera balm over a terrible burn. "Although you are the first I have seen up here, as I'm rather new to these lands, so I cannot answer your question."

Turning her head slightly, the Andalusian glanced at the sky once more before returning her gaze to the great horned steed. "Perhaps... Troubled souls come here to feel close to the heavens, some to seek answers, and others to simply seek the company of those long-since passed. Are you here for guidance, good sir?" There was no bite or hate to her words, just lowly spoken blunt facts.

Suddenly, a rather humorless grin crossed her pale maw. "For if you are, I fear I'm a rather pathetic creature to question."