Evenings like this were long and only helped to remind her of how lonely she'd become as of late. The short time she'd spent helping her mother with the foals were a welcomed distraction that she couldn't help but miss. She loved little ones.. everything about them and she only hoped that some day she could hae more of her own.
The crushing weight in Nevara's chest eased a bit as she thought about it. She would. Someday.
A smile curved her mouth as she remembered her daughters, the action softening her features and giving her an almost child-like appearance. Shaking her head slightly and freeing her hair of access snowflakes, she started her slow treak back to her forest homeland. She never liked being out in the open, places that didn't give much in the way of shelter or cover. Pausing for a moment, she tilted her head, eyeing the ground. These lands probably had a decent amount of frozen grass underneath the snow drifts and with a little effort..
In a matter of moments she found herself scuffing at the snow and earth, the action kicking up flurries all around her.
.Tortured. .Pumpkin.
