Winter runs her thin, pale fingers through Neva's mane, twisting and tangling the strands with a slow ferocity. She had wandered for nearly a year through Beqanna as she sought her family. No one knew their whereabouts nor had heard their names. Neva does not give up hope.

The spotted mare stands quietly amongst the frozen grass, brittle and breaking. She feels akin to the cold due to her frosted nature. She breaths in and breathes out. The chill in her lungs seem to clear her mind, pushing away the fog of her despair. She must move on and to settle in some place and hopefully one day she will see her mother and father again.

Dark eyes rotate to catch a glimpse of another in this blasted weather. She can not make out the other's gender but she offers a small greeting. "Hello there." Her voice is muffled by the fall of fat snowflakes and she is not certain if she was heard but this is the most contact she has had with another being in so very long.