She gets rather excited when they greet her in kind, and she almost bounces with it when the purple stallion lowers his head to her and speaks on her own level. She can't stop the giggle that bubbles out when his glittery white hair falls over his face and he must toss it to see her again. This time, she does bounce. Right up to playfully lip at some of the sparkly forelock. Her excitement doubles when she comes in contact with him, and as he lifts his head back up, she goes to dancing between his front and back legs, right under his belly (with plenty of room to spare over her head. She then goes prancing round to come standing by the flaxen chestnut lady. They are speaking of the cold, and the girl finds herself reaching her velvet nose to softly nuzzle Spice's foreleg (probably around the knee, being the highest she can reach) and softly blows warm air there. "Winters here are quite cold. I'm just glad it isn't so snowy here in the forest. That stuff makes my toes all freezy!" Her very small hooves, covered by the littlest of feathering, are still pretty much buried under what snow had managed to trickle in through the barren branches over their heads. But at least it wasn't like the meadow, where it comes up to her shoulders and sometimes higher.
For what might be the first time, she actually considers her height in comparison to the others. Bowie had called her 'tiny one' and they do tower over her, even Spice who is pony-sized. She recalls each of her friends she had met thus far, especially Lior. For him, she had to look up and up forever to see his face, and each of his hooves might even be bigger than her little dished head. She isn't disproportionate in all of her twenty-six inches at the withers, but her legs are shorter than theirs and her neck isn't as long. Heck, everything of hers is shorter than theirs, her back, her nose, her tail. But she's just like them, she thinks, only smaller. These realizations had never bothered her before, and they don't now. She bets her heart is the same inside, afterall.
These thoughts don't linger long, especially as Bowie talks of his home. A coastline called Nerine, a land of mares. Not only females, clearly, as the glittery stallion claims homeage there. She tilts her head curiously at the place he speaks fondly of, but doesn't comment at the moment, not wanting to bring up the fact she sleeps here in the forest, in her hollowed out tree. She has learned that it isn't the most normal for a young girl to do such, and when she speaks of it, others can get all worried. She finds she doesn't want them to worry about her; gets uncomfortable with the questions that typically follow. But then he is inviting them over to stand in a closer copse of trees where it might block the chill some.
At the mention of the cold, she finds herself shivering a bit in another blast of wind that rushes between the trees. Her fluffy coat does well to keep her warm, mostly, and especially when she stays moving. But nights are usually the worst, when there is no sun overhead to shine its heat. Smidge beams up at the vibrant man as he offers her a ride. Giggling, she ducks her little head a bit bashfully. "It isn't very far, but thank you!" She moves to walk with him, but then has another idea, since he has so generously offered his back to her. "Maybe, just once, you could show me what it's like to fly, though? If that would be alright?" She doesn't hide the shy hopefulness that slides into her voice, but quickly backpedals in case he says no. And so that she keeps the others in their small group in mind. "Doesn't have to be now, of course, could be some other time. Or y'know, not at all." See, our tiny girl has a deep interest in wings, even going so far as to have this dream that one day the fairies will grant her wish of having her own. One day. Maybe. In this world, who knows?
Smidgen!
Great Things come in Small Packages
OOC: still failing at the short thing lol, sorry xD