The last time the ebony fae had been here it had been winter, but the winter of a different year. A part of her had hoped that the home she had found would become more than just a shelter from the cold. Some minor chaos had given Imke the impression that it was time to leave, and so she had. She had returned to this deep dark forest which had for months been her shelter while she reacquainted herself to the strange ways of the land she had been born in.

Her figure was still slight, though where previously she had been lanky and somewhat adolescent, she had grown into her femininity. Her bubblegum pink tresses and tail made her distinctive in the relative darkness under the shade of the trees. The air was chill, and the trees provided some shelter from the wind. Imke found herself dwelling on the only two individuals she had come to know with any sort of familiarity; Dahmer and Pesky. One was a dark stud with striking blue eyes, an attractive example of masculinity in her opinion. The other had been little more than a colt when she had stumbled upon him playing in the snow, tough he was old enough to be beginning to feel the urges of adulthood. She wondered what had happened to them, for she had seen neither in what seemed to be a long space of time.

She began to dig through the layer of snow, hoping to find some of the foliage beneath it intact enough to be edible. She had no idea of her next steps; perhaps head toward the field in a bid to find more company. This had not been her plan when she returned to Beqanna, she had hoped to find a place to belong, for with her unique features, finding a place to fit in was some times difficult.

Imke

Carved from marble, smoother than the storm

The sound of snow under hoof alerted the mare that someone was approaching and caused her to cease her search for sustenance. She turned her elegantly carved head toward the new comer, and did her best to hide her surprise. Despite being a unique figure herself she was not prepared for the scaled behemoth who stopped a respectful distance from her flank. His words were cordial enough, if a little cocky in a callow sort of way.
"Hold on there, half-pint, offering me a meal before I even know your name. I think you're getting ahead of yourself here." Imke responded, her dulcet tone was amused, despite her words being an admonishment. The fae portrayed a coquettish smile to match her tone. She did not want to let on just how empty her stomach felt at the moment - didn't wan to show weakness.
"I am Imke, formerly of Tephra I suppose. And you are?"
Her dark eyes were naturally drawn to the opalescent quality of his scale; the way the light shifted as the branches of the above trees interrupted it's bath to his body played a magical game with the coloring. She chose to ignore his mud covered aspects, she was aware tat not all spent as much time grooming and trying to look presentable as she did.
"Do you live around here?" She asked, openly curious. Did he simply know the best places in the forest to find food or was he hinting at something more?

Imke

Carved from marble, smoother than the storm

The lady listened to his words with interest. When she had first found her way home to Beqanna the forest and the river had been her shelters, where she hid while she learned the lay of the land as best she could from those who bothered to speak with her. Finding her way to Tephra had been purely a chance meeting with a member of that herd. She now tried to recall what she had heard of Sylva - a rather large area that was in somewhat perpetual autumn. Autumn colours did not do well with her pink tresses; but that was a paltry reason to consider a herd not worth her time. She rolled the idea over in her head - interpreting his mention of Sylva and then of possibly having a better deal than just heading north for food as being connected.

Ivar was an interesting name, not one she had heard in her travels, but that was not surprising, considering his apparent age - which she could only place in the general area of young. He was too large a specimen to easily gauge. His scaling made it difficult to determine his general health, she could not detect any patchiness, she assumed shining scales must be the equivalent of a full, healthy coat.

"Perhaps we can talk more about this place you come from?" The fae said as she gave up her digging and began to move northward, a movement of her elegantly made head indicated she wished him to accompany her - just in case her question hadn't been enough of an invitation. "What brings you to this neck of the woods, so deep in the winter?" Her tone was pleasant, though the question was just to keep the silence at bay. Imke did not care for silence when she had company. She did not really care for silence at all. When alone could be heard humming or even talking to herself, though she had not been doing so when Ivar approached - for which she was thankful. Sometimes others did not take kindly to those who spoke to themselves, thinking them deranged.  

Imke

Carved from marble, smoother than the storm