She feels joyful.
It's innocent and pure like a child's heart. It's laughter on the tip of her tongue and a light shining in her eyes. Corr feels it deep inside her and it spreads and spreads like a glow of a warm fire. She smiles as her wings glide through the air and she does a spin. Hāsta tries to keep up beside her, but is failing. The witch is too fast for the crow.
Around them the snow is falling and swirling in the air. She sticks out her tongue and catches a few small flakes that melt instantly in her mouth. Her wings take her over the pine forest and she begins to glide lower. As she passes the trees, there is another gliding through the snow, but in a swift gallop. Their pale coat helps them blend in with the winterscape and it makes Corr have to blink a few times. There is excitement again as she flies toward the stranger, feeling eager to keep up. She beats her dark gray wings faster and faster until she comes up beside the mare. There is a playful expression on Corr's face as she tips her head to the side.
"Care to race?" she asks, her smile turning to a smirk at the mention of a fun challenge. Corr is still flying, but is closer to the ground now so she can more easily talk to the stranger. But she doesn't glide low for long. In hopes that the challenge is accepted, she picks up her speed again and flies onward to where the snow meets the ocean. Hāsta, who at this point had still been trying to keep up, takes perch in a nearby pine tree to catch her breath. The crow figures she can catch up with them later. A race isn't what she had in mind when she agreed to come to the island with Corr.
No matter, the dappled mare goes on without her for now. All she can focus on is the snow kissing her cheeks and the wind going through her hair as she flies. Maybe, the woman is following and will leave her in the dust soon enough.
@Maerys <3
