Never sated with a simple answer, never stopping to train until she was the very best at something. This was what Scorch's determination had set an example of almost two years ago now, and the little black filly turned out about as stubborn as her mentor.

Which meant, that today, at physically 8 months of age (due to being reborn in winter), she flew. She flew again, taking her manoeuvrability through the mountain kingdom to way higher levels, both literally and figuratively. She flew at daytime, until it was too hot and she would rest in a cool dark cave, and then would come out near evening to fly at twilight, night, and dawn. The only thing she loved to do in between was splash in to the lake. Okay, and eat. Eating was so time consuming, but it had to be done.

Right now she had found a small meadow high upon a mountain, which she only had to share with the mountain goats. She ate as quickly as she could without getting stomach pains later, and when she'd had her fill, she looked over the edge. The only giveaway from below would be that she stood out against the eternal snow and moonlight from behind her, and she spotted something small moving - without being followed - below rather quickly.

She spread her wings to glide down, softly, so as not to wake anyone but also not to spook the girl. She was young; probably a foal from last spring. The metallic golden blaze was a dead giveaway as to who she had approached though. "Hello Chryseis!" She probably would not remember her nosing around when she was born, being so young, but Tähti had remembered her name eventually.

When she lands, the younger filly had already recognized her (pfft, she was so happy to have remembered her name in time) and was prancing in place. The black woman in the girl's body admired her, being so young and carefree. But who said she could not extend that carefree-ness of her own?

Several questions were landed upon her now, while she folded the wings she had gotten from her mother - but clearly the roan girl did not know of this. She nodded at the questions. "Yes, and, maybe?" she winked. But already Chryseis was distracted, and so, she looked at the path. It was pretty steep and, without her wings Tähti honestly might not have followed it - or maybe she would have; she grinned at the other dark-coloured girl, remembering her adventure just over the border into Nerine where she hadn't been supposed to go at all. "Probably something very scary! Come on!" And with the baby girl in tow, she raced up the mountain path. It smelled like goat to be honest, and she did not think that if Chryseis were walking slowly, she would make it all the way up, and so she challenged her to run.