[open] She could have been a fool [any]

[Tryphena]

Fall brings closure to the land. The leaves begin to depart from the trees, the grass becomes brittle and sour, foals lose interest in their mothers and the sweet breath of summer is washed away on crisp wind. She chose this time to depart from her own family because it seemed almost poetic to let the death of her old life coincide with the death of the Earth's favorite season.
Dark tresses scrape the forest floor and the foliage below as she makes her way through winding paths laden with trees. The deep bubbling of moving water catches the attention of a dark ear and leads the mare further and further through the trees until they dwindle and fade into small groupings not even she could fit between. 
The air is crisp with the arrival of the season and her withers shudder at the thought of the oncoming winter. She had always hated that time when the world truthfully died and everything was replaced with frigidness and ice so thick not even steel could puncture it. In her home before, the winter lasted longest, by the end of it her coat would be horribly thick and the ebony mane she loved so would become thin and tangled.
The flecked mare could only hope that whatever home she found next would be kinder during that deathly time, more giving than her last. 
As the gurgling of the river grows louder and the trees become far and few the mare picks up the pace, trots gleefully towards the sound. There are others here, dotting the dying ground and gathering peacefully amongst themselves. Seemingly she is the only one here by her lonesome. Its a peaceful thought to her busy mind. Her solitude gives her the chance to observe, to gather information about the river itself.
The water is clear enough to reflect her own image back at her, one she is not disappointed by.
The summer treated her well, her coat had slicked itself shiny once more and her mane had grown back thick and glossy. The ravenous claws of hunger had faded from her now full face and chest, the shadows of her ribs no longer visible. Her Mable eye had lost its milky film and the deep brown of its twin was glistening once more. She felt like a living being again rather than a forest wraith. 
How poetic it was to be born again when the world was beginning to die. 
She herself could have been a poet, or she could have been a fool. 
Dippin a pale hoof into the water to shatter her image she decided that this new world of her own would never decide her fate as the past winters had. She would be the ultimate creator of the path she now took. 
With that she turned her back towards the water and took inventory of all of those around her.

[Bayun]

Sandy hooves gently picked their way along the yellowing ground. Carefully avoiding roots and broken sticks. Fallen leaves crackled as Bayun stepped from the trees and onto the the riverbank. He lowered his head and brushed the tip of his nose in the river, taking a small, drink. His amber eyes lifted and settled on the horses across the bank. Their were many more horses on the opposite side of the river, and that was why Bayun was on this side of the river. Interactions with others wasn't something he sought after. He much preferred to lurk and listen. And this is what he was doing this fine cool day. 

   The stallion turned away from the water and began slowly meandering down the bank. His long tail dragged behind him, small sunflowers scattered in the wavy hairs. Matching flowers decorated his mane and forelock. He loved his flowers. It was a pity they were all fading away with the approaching cold. But then he could look forward to next spring when the flowers would explode once more and he could spend hours, once more, among the beautiful little things. 

   Bayun's thoughts wafted away and his attention turned once more to the horses on the other side of the bank. Only a few horses were actually by the water. His eyes came to rest on a lone horse. There weren't many of those, maybe that's why she caught his attention. He took several more steps forwards before coming to a stop and watching the mare. After a few moments he took a slow step into the water. The cold river sent shivers up his spine as he stepped further in. He could feel his heart start racing as he approached the opposite shore. He wasn't afraid, or maybe he was. He'd tried to convince himself every time he spoke to others that there was nothing to fear. But the overwhelming feeling never left. He never knew what to say, how to speak, how to act. So he just threw himself into situations without knowing what to do. Just as he was doing know. He stopped several feet away from the river bank and stood shivering slightly with his long tail floating behind him.

 He lifted his head and tensed nervously as he spoke. "Good day." He said quietly towards the bay mare. Immediately overthinking what he'd said he ducked his head slightly, thinking he sounded like a fool though all he'd uttered was a simple greeting. 

@Tryphena  (Hope this is alright)