SO RICH, SO PRETTY
It's been a while since Kirin floated out this way, but he lets the summer air steer his course. There were no pressing engagements to see to at the moment, so he allowed himself to be guided by the wind. Same old same old can be found in the meadow, clusters of horses enjoying company, some off by themselves. It was always the ones that were alone that sparked his fancy, they required less work. He thinks the trip a bust, making use of his wings to turn back, but something catches his eye last minute.
She isn't especially breathtaking, though he doesn't often see roans, but she does posses a quality that draws him near. It's the middle of summer mind you and there she stands, receiving a dusting of snow from flakes that fall from nowhere. Right there smack dab in the middle of the meadow. How is it now one else is as interested as he is? No matter, he was not looking to compete for attention.
He adjusts course, coming to a gentle gliding stop against the wild grasses. "My, that is quite the blizzard you have going there." He isn't stupid, which is why he still stands a ways off, giving this creature ample space should she attack him unprovoked. Kirin didn't enjoy attacks, not unless he was the giver but that meant there had to be a taker involved.
Today he is interested in this snow, how does it come to pass, is she the one who wields it? "My names Kirin, what do they call you?" He fluffs his wings unnecessarily as he folds them against his sides.