The little warrior-filly had never seen Hyaline through the eyes of a yearling in winter; strange to think about, she thought. She would fly around the borders - it had not escaped her that her mother had been in some squabbles with some diplomat from Loess, of course, but she hadn't bothered to interfere. No one had been physically harmed after all.
She was quiet as a raven at night more often than not; slowly greying, she fell back against the dark grey rocks of the mountain slopes easily now that there was no foliage, too. But she would practise her battle skills against trees, rocks and bushes, diving in to them to kick, testing her teeth against the bark of trees. And of course, simply expanding her flying stamina by doing it daily and keep on battling against the wind whenever.
Today was no exception, except that a bay appaloosa colt who was physically her age, was now somewhere down below, and as soon as she had started her descent, he also called out. Well if that wasn't an invitation, there never would be, and she whinnied gleefully as she dove over his back - close to scare, not close enough to hit - then turned and landed forcefully. Shaking her mane and wings back to where they aligned with her back, she grinned at him with an excited gleam in her eyes. "What's up? Except me of course." she joked.
has always been within
@[Kanamae] Well it's winter now but I'm replying anyway