The mahogany stallion escorts her with a high head and steady eyes. Neva instinctively falls to his hip, occasionally bumping his side with a reassuring muzzle. She does not mean to take to him ,cling and breath upon his skin, but the thought of being alone in the field any longer was downright appalling. She would take her chances on the words of a pretty stranger and the hip of a scarred man.
The land unfolds like the shawl of an old woman, secrets woken between the threads and trees. Neva does not hide the awe but instead embraces it as she walks, her skin slick with frost that never leaves her. Cross seems to tolerate her closeness (though she tries to not brush against him too much as she knows she is cold with frost) so she makes a little space. The white maned woman turns about comically as she smiles, pleased with the surroundings.
Each step falls absentmindedly till the deep rumble of Cross' voice awakens and reminds her that she is not alone. Did the woman appear yet? The pretty one with haunted eyes and a thin smile? No but the scent of fire and ash grows thick as the sight of a large stallion with sooty skin and coal ember eyes nears them. The spotted woman observes him with large eyes, her skin glistening like a frozen diamond thought she does not sweat nor drip under the heat of the dark male's eyes. 'Thank you Offspring." Neva is surprised she has spoken up, quipping with unnatural boldness. The mare is typically quiet, reserved, invisible. But not now....now she feels something drawing her out. She feels strong as a small smile tugs at her lips, fascinated with Tephra and it's keeper. "I'm Neva." Her voice slips away to a low whisper as she looks to Cross, his own red gaze covering her spotted skin, passing her to look to the dark skinned stallion. She decides it may be best to let her companion to the talking since she is just a strange mare in an even stranger land.
swayed by cold rejections