The filly was so unsure of venturing out on her own. She had recently turned a year old, and her father was finally letting her be a bit more independent. Oriens knew it was probably thanks to her aunt/mother/who even knows what to label her as. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she thought of the mare that her father was in love with. Such an unusual pairing, a flying stallion that could wield the solar radiation and a icy warrior battlemage from a different world. But Jiri loved them both with all of her heart.
Finding the meadow a pristine blanket of snow, Jiri giggled and leapt forward. She loved the snow, the feeling of the cold white fluff on her body as she danced and made it fly. This wasn’t the adventure that she had intended when leaving home, but she loved it none the less. The only thing that would make it better would be a friend to share it with.
That was one of the big things that Jiri wanted… She wanted a friend. Someone to explore the world and join her as she adventured through Novus. Someone that would help her turn Sol’s mane gray at an early age. The idea of such a friend made her giggle and she went back to dancing, pawing, and even rolling in the white snow around her.
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