Imke was somewhat startled when the other pressed his muzzle against her shoulder - she hasn't been close enough to another individual; but she does an impressive job of not retreating from him. She is used to social interaction, just not of the physical sort. He wasn't so young as she expected either, he was of a height with her, though he was gangly where she was in proportion.
Pesky is a suitable name for fellow, Imke thought as she watched the lad dive down the hill, kicking his legs to gain more speed. He is certainly free spirited.
Imke swallowed nervously as she lowered herself rather more carefully than Pesky had.
"Geronimo." She said, mostly to herself. The lady had to push with her legs rather forcefully to begin her descent. The black fae continued to push with her legs until she had gained a reasonable speed, though not nearly as fast as her counterpart had rocketed down the slope. The snow under her was partially smoothed from Pesky's previous slide, her thicker winter coat protected her from the icy ground as she slid. Despite the cold the feeling of the wind and the lack of control was exhilarating.
The mare realized about half way down the hill that she was perfectly in line with Pesky, and that she had no idea how to even begin to change direction. "Look out!" The exclaimed. Too late now, the pink lad would just have to get out of her way!
Imke
Carved from marble, smoother than the storm