"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
As beautiful as the falling snow is, and as much as she admires it, there is no shortage of relief that floods young Avelina when she can hear someone moving through it. Company! And… company that knows her name? Even better. At first glance though, Avelina does not recognize the beautiful girl that moves towards her through the snow. She is both marvelling at the striking contrast of deep red, black, and gold against the snow and wondering how she could possibly not have a name to put to someone who clearly knows her.
What a horrible thing, to have forgotten someone! The voice is familiar but she's so stuck on thinking about the rich colours of the coat that her mind can't quite seem to focus on that one detail.
But she does her best not to let this confusion show and she responds with a warm “Hello!”
It only takes her another couple of seconds to fully register who it is. It helps that she had only ever managed to make one friend with another filly, and the girl was too tall to be Holler playing a trick on her. Her polite smile blossoms as her gentle green eyes widen in a pleasant combination of surprise and delight that sends her firefly friends into a flurry around her as they risk the cold to feed off of the rejuvenated energy. "Oh! Gosh, Narya? Is that you? You’re gorgeous!” A small, light laugh punctuates that phrase before she continues, the fireflies settling back into the protective refuge of the charcoal strands of her mane. “Not that you weren’t before but, you know. That colour.”
It’s admiration more than envy that is threaded through the words and before long her gaze returns to the face of her first friend as she asks earnestly. “How’ve you been?”
