im a weight around your neck [any]

[Reagan]

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

Reagan was one who loved snow. In the land where she came from all green, seeing another color was as grand as going to church on Easter Sunday. She too, was of a short stature, and she made her home among the pines and the conifers that grew in her home. There would be much color and life when the seasons shifted, but for now, she found that she was most content with life the way it was. And when she came through the edge of the forest and back to the field—she was not sure what drew her here—she saw a dark creature even shorter than she was, huddled in a pile next to a large tree as if he were trying to be the shadow that it casted upon the world. He looked a bit… lost? And she was a bit lost for words as to how to describe the situation in front of him.
 
The brash Irish lady did not stop to consider the situation—she was so curious by the short man’s stature that she could not help but look at him, and peeking into his head for a moment, she saw his name. Figuring that was enough for now, she nodded, twisted her mouth into an open expressive smile—can horses even do that?—and spoke to the obsidian colored male.
 
“Perfect day to freeze your ass off, isn’t it, Moggett?”