Dragoncrest Cliffs The world and her place in it were nothing and she understood that

Lost in thought, there was no telling for how long she stood there—equal parts admiring and questioning those peculiar feathers. But there was a shift in the air about her being, and so she tilted her muzzle down. Scanning her surroundings, she nearly missed the white beast, seeming but a mere wisp disturbing the previously steady descent of feathers. And when she realised he was of flesh and blood, she nearly spooked—but he was not wholly unfamiliar, as she thought, and she recognised his gnarled face; she knew him in passing, primarily.

“Are you also curious about the feathers?” she called out, having nothing else to refer to the snowflakes as. Then, she could not help but to wonder how her sister would think of the sight. Would she, too, be lost in the mystery of it?