[open] the city never sleeps at night [any]

[Reagan]

now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?

 
She looked at him curiously. He knew she was blessed—his very presence in how he regarded her told her so. She looked at him as he bade her keep eating, and she blinked at him, put a hoof to the ground with great purpose, and returned to her grazing. Flicking her ears, she blinked, and a slight breeze blew past them, ridding the area around them of the snow and allowing fresh green shoots of spring to sprout quickly, the dawning of the buds of wildflowers providing a stark contrast of color against the blank white canvas of the snow at the perimeters. She said nothing, but walked slowly, slowing her pacing—her dancing—and making the rounds, sampling the sweet fragrances of spring, until she had finally had her fill. She walked over to the edge where the snow was piled up against the grass, and she took some into her mouth, rolling the snow between her teeth, pushing the moisture of the frozen water down to quench her silent need of thirst.
 
Reagan’s need was dire, and she remembered her days in the old land when the world was forever stacking its prayers against the dead bodies of the plague. The faithful withered away, while the heathens drank and made merry, going about their business. Her heart seized, watching the bodies of her friends burn in the pyre. While she continued to munch on the snow contentedly—or so it would appear—Reggie’s mind was racing. Life is not worth wasting for even one short moment. Because even prayers cannot help the dead. If you see what you want, get it. Take what you can, leave nothing back.
 
And she didn’t.
 
Her abilities had always helped her, and helped anyone she cared for—but in this strange male’s case, his easy nature and apparent lack of regard allowed her to relax around him, and she did not feel the need to be stingy with her gifts. She bade him to continue eating with her, until that moment she had declared herself well and truly full, she righted herself, and spoke again.
 
“How has your day gotten better?”
 
She tilted her head at him, seeing his blood and wondering just how cold the ice ran in his veins, her warm breath crystalizing in the air as she exhaled. “My name is Reagan, by the way.”