It is quite hard to break a creature of habit, that is for sure. If one is born and raised in a single climate being introduced to another - completely different - climate is extremely difficult. Next to impossible maybe. Yet the body never ceases to amaze and although it seems impossible the vessel will adapt and the spirit will once again be at peace. Until then it doesn't mean you have to like it. The sun shone directly into the mare's eyes giving her a head-splitting headache and the flies were relentless, they hummed violently in her ears and looked for a resting spot on her hide causing her to constantly twitch and jitter. Not only that but she was sweating in places the mare didn't know she could sweat. Life was hell when you were meant for the cold and were driven to the hot.

The hustle and bustle of the court was also something Vale hated. Being raised in a monastery everything was rather silent and peaceful. With all these horses pushing each other and yelling, Vale simply wished to sink her teeth into anyone who got close enough. The mare would roll their coppery blood in her mouth before spitting it in their eye...give them a lesson. Yet she was not one to cause a scene and so she went about her business, ears flattened against her skull and eyes viciously narrowed. Vale prayed no one stepped on her dragging tail and mane.

Containing her grouchiness she browsed the merchants' shops, stopping particularly at the blacksmiths who sold wicked curved things for which people could cut themselves on. Something like an icy cold claw reached from deep inside her brain and squeezed, bleeding dark thoughts into her mind. Thoughts she promised she wouldn't have anymore. "Moving on" the mare cleared her throat and kept walking, her manicured hooves clacking.

Now clearly nerved Vale sought to escape the crowd and found herself alone by a fountain made of sandstone. Using the reflection of the water she checked her appearance for any loose strands of hair, Vale wanted to keep herself looking presentable. Returning to society was a truly difficult thing.