The grey mare happily follows the younger mare back into cover, a shield from the impending wind that was now upon them "Thank You" She whipsers softly as they settle down comfortably, the mare instantly asking her a question regarding herself.
She is slightly hesitant in replying, she didn't know who she wanted to be yet or who she used to be, one day she woke up and was stranded alone, rendering herself useless, no one around that she could get help from. "Well..." she pauses as she looks around the barren landscape which sort of reflected her memory in a way "To be perfectly honest, I don't know/ I don't know what I want from this place or why I'm here but I feel like its right, you know?" the mare pauses with a heavily exhale "I just need somewhere to belong, someplace that I can develop myself in" she finishes.
The Icicle Isle seemed like a good place to do just that, make a new version of herself in this kind of terrain, it wasn't particularly the harsh weather she was trying to use to sculpt herself, it was more the companionship and bond you need to survive in such a place, without one another it is impossible to create a comfortable community, impossible to even think of it. While she was at it she could probably also try to figure out how she wound up here in the first place, why she had no memory but still had a fluent personality to display.
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