Trudging solo through the Basin, hair streaming in the cold wind, the fae huffed. Hot breath rolled through, cutting through the cold. She exhaled, nostrils flaring. As she wandered aimlessly through the Basin, she spotted a pale figure, barely visible against the snow. The horn of the figure was protruding from the center of the brow, resembling that of a deer's antler. It was a single antler, alone atop the pale horses' brow. Approaching them cautiously, the fae outstretched her neck, squinting at the figure.
Gasping, the roan realized who the mysterious horse was. It was Myrddin, the sight-less stallion the fae had met in her earlier years. Her jaw was left open, unable to think. She had not seen him in a long time, for the last she had seen him was when Mauja the king had been released from Myrddin's mirror. That was the last time she had seen him, when he became a wandering soul, one she never spotted in the Basin. She had closed her mouth by now, replacing it with a smile. She approached Myrddin cautiously, opening her lips to speak. "Myrddin?" She muttered, the name slid off her lips, rolling off her tongue. "Myrddin, I don't know if you'll recognize me... er... my... uh... voice." Her sweet words stopped abruptly as she realized he wouldn't be able to recognize her looks. She swallowed, frowning. "Apologies. I had almost forgotten you are missing your sight." She murmured, apology laced within her words.
Swallowing, she pushed that passed her and opened her lips again. "On another note, I'm Frost Fyre. We met long ago, when I was much younger." She smiled, realizing the smile was for unseeing eyes. She kept her smile despite that. The roan decided to try to spark up conversation, someway or another. But she was hesitant, deciding to wait a bit. Maybe Myrddin would bring something up? So the fae kept herself facing Myrddin, emerald gems scanning over his old frame.
"Speech."
[ -shrugs- idk how i feel about this :I ]
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