As I stand here within the snow on this extremely cold night I can feel a peculiar feeling overwhelm me and it only intensifies the moment the group of other equine make their way towards us. I can't really describe it. When I'm next to Frost I find myself content, I find myself knowing there is some sort of connection other than the fact he is the reason why I'm a horse and my Alpha. I guess it is an instinctual feeling? When the other equines come towards us I can actually feel my body wanting to propel forward and crash into them, be close to them, inhale their scent and most importantly, be with them. I must admit it is a temptation I wish to act upon, but I don't find myself wishing to do so just yet. Rather I remain still beside Frost, watching silently as they come. Riot does not come close to us and I assume he is still a bit sore that I slapped him. It was a rude question and although he hadn't meant it to be in such a way, I hope he knows that I'm not that mean. As the dark bay comes nearly colliding into Frost I manage to stay still my attention focused on the unknown stallion, Vanish, keeping my bright blue eyes on him. I do not know him and therefore I do not think he should be up close to me so I give him a warning, unknowingly doing quite an effective job, and as he moves back I give out a soft snort of approval. At least this one knows not to push his luck...unlike Riot. Poor guy. I cannot help it if I look a bit confused, uncertain as to why Vanish feels it is necessary to ask me what my horse name was, and I cannot help, but think he was a bit rude interrupting Frost. At least he was trying to introduce us, and he did it, without the need of anyone touching or invading each other's personal space. This Vanish could learn this lesson.

It does not go unnoticed that I observed how Frost interacted with Sophia. He seemed quite content willing to touch his nose with her own, a manner of easiness and I could have sworn a bit of a typical response, one that looked so familiar. Frost rarely does anything to extent some sort of comfort or familiarness to me or Claire, or anyone for that matter. He always was reserved, each movement calculated, but this movement he showed didn't hold any of those familiar traits. Both my ears swivel atop my crown to listen as Frost explains the meaning and reasoning behind having two names. I must admit that I am not pleased that there seems to be so many rules within his old customs. Wherever lived it didn't seem like a community I was interested in being in. Don't get me wrong I can follow rules, but I do not like being micromanaged or controlled. What can I say, I am a free spirit. Because I am very observant I realize that Frost has called everyone out by their equine name, except for Sophia. Casually I allow my voice to slip into his own, my response honest and yet a sign that nothing really does get past me. I'm rather proud of that, you know?

"It's why you call her Sophia, yes? You have a deep connection with her."

I do find it a bit disappointing that in his home they are required to have two names in the first place. I understand the meaning behind it, I do, those closest to you have the right to know your personal name and well, everything personally to you. I wonder why Frost and Sophia are on a close manner. I am not jealous. At least, I do not think I am. I am not mad she knows him on a personal manner and I'm not happy either. Although I do find it odd that everyone has such a very odd nickname. The nickname is a result of having a power. Well, what was my power? I not even sure how I'm supposed to figure that one out. I guess that is a matter that will have to be discussed at another point in time, because Vanish questions me again. I can feel Frost have his flank brush against my own, and I find his touch soothing, a subtle reminder that all was quite well. With a nod of my dial I manage to respond in kind, uncertain if my words would be met with approval or disdain. But sense when did I care what others thought?

"No, I do not have a Hunter to ride me or to serve for. I serve myself."

Out of the corner of my eye I notice Riot coming forward and lunging at Vanish, Vanish taking his movement, and following up with a rear. While the two began to run away I flick my ears with interest feeling a sudden tug with in me that forces me to take a step forward towards them. That peculiar feeling returns once more. It is the voice from Sophia that catches my attention as I turn my dial towards her, watching as she extends her muzzle to brush against my own, and I find myself okay with this, moving my own muzzle towards her, but not moving it against her own. As Frost moves away I am not bothered by this as my attention remains on Sophia. As she gives me a bit of advice I nod once more, but only tilting it to the side when she offers an activity. Running. I am still new to this form, still learning to control it and understand it. I am excited to try, but at the same time I don't want to make myself an embarrassment or to Frost for that matter. As Frost follows Sophia, after she bats him with tail, I remain still for a moment. If I can't keep up with them....and that young colt can...wouldn't I be a failure? When Frost speaks to me, using a nickname, I stare at him for a moment. Not all the time does he call me by his chosen nickname for me, in private, but this is one of those moments when I catch him calling me by my nickname. In his culture nicknames were used instead of true names. But he continues to flip flop around my name and his chosen nickname. I take a few tentative steps brushing my muzzle against his own, as my bright blue eyes shift to the other equines, feeling that sudden urge again to run.

"I would like to try. I want a chance to prove myself."

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable