Snow and stars, snow and stars. Bits of breezes that tease of balmier days and flowers. Trickles of snowmelt and mud underfoot, that slide and suck at small hooves. She does not pull her legs higher from the mire, but continues to slog through it. Shroud knows he’ll reprimand her later for the muck that mars her pelt even as he industriously picks through it. That is why she smiles, sly and secretive to herself - the stallion had become something more than just a father-figure, a master and mayhap later on, a paramour.
Shroud is but a girl still, foolish but never sweet unless her curves are taken into consideration. Then her flesh is the sweetest coin she has to spend, but not yet! She has time left to ripen and round out, even behind the feathered growth of wings that wrap her up in mystery. They change from pure pegasus feather to draconic leather membrane, then to soft mossy curtains that trail and drift alongside her. She has gotten better at manipulating the organic matter of them into anything naturally found on this earth but there are consequences of it too, like the thin trickle of blood that leaks from a nostril and paints her smile red.
Part of that is because of the plague that snakes around inside her. It eats itself and spawns itself all over again. She coughs, chokes, and recovers. Leaves sputum to mix with blood on her mouth. Has such a terrible smile as she comes, that most avoid her because they know. Just as she knows most of them are infected too, some just hide it better than others. Then she spots him - teal and starry, like a galaxy trapped in horseflesh. Shroud cannot help but to stop and stare at him, because he’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen besides the arterial spray of blood on the earth.
@[GODBEAR] sorry it’s short and weird but i couldn’t resist! <3