The meadow, and any common land really, still attracts the Ischian shifter, even if it is colder on the mainland. He’d easily change himself into something with longer fur - suddenly remembering the strange encounter with a bear shifter, he wonders if he’ll ever meet her again - but he chooses to only manipulate his natural fur into a wintery coat. Perhaps his hair is a little too long now, but he could care little about his looks - always able to change it.
It is in fact the look of another, a young stallion, that makes the mostly-white stallion perk his ears. The young man seems jubilant in his ways, walking around with almost a spring in his step, and the green-eyed baroque lifts his head and perks his ears, watching the oddly colored colt buck and rear through the meadow. Curious, but with a grin on his face, the white spotted male follows him a while, then calls to him to catch his attention. ”Hi there! What got you so happy today? Or should I say who?”
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Florian]