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Another pretty day, though the weather was getting cooler. If the other Soquili were right, there'd be real snow on the ground. The kind that stuck and you had to kick aside to make paths around the lands and, with any luck, find a few last shoots of grass.

Dia was making the best of it, grazing across the pasture from the rest of the little herd that served as her family. They were content over there, she was happier over here for the time being, and this patch of grass was particularly sweet.

Still, she kept an eye and an ear out, just in case Soup made an appearance. If nothing else, he could keep her entertained for a while.

Snow. Of course it would snow. Dia cast a glance at the sky, snorted quietly, and flicked an ear when a snowflake dropped directly inside. Perfect. Now she'd have water trickling in when it melted. She shook her head, hoping maybe it would shake off before that happened.

She spotted Soup when she'd finished shaking and headed toward him. If she had to be out in the stuff, at least she could have someone to talk to. She waited until she'd reached his flank to ask, "Find any good patches of grass around here?"

"I can find grass," Dia told him as she headed toward him at a comfortable pace. Not in a hurry, not deliberately dawdling. "But if you want to show me where the good grass that hasn't been ruined by the snow or trampled by too many hooves might be, then that would make me happy.

Hadn't she just invited him to do that? She tipped an ear at him and gave him a level look? "Are you feeling all right?" she asked. "I did just say you could show me where the good grass is. That means that, yes, I'd like to find it. If you'd rather play, though, just point me in the direction and I'll go myself."

Honestly. Stallions. Just when you thought they'd grown up...

No, no. She wouldn't be charging off into the forest today, not after that little conversation. She stood her ground and called after him, "Have a nice run! I'm staying here."

Rude indeed. Rude was making her explain herself. Rude was not paying attention in the first place. She lowered her head and began to crop the grass she could find.