Horizon Ridge jenny would dance with her ghosts

The winter was doomed to follow her. She came from lands where it was almost constant, the warmth of summer barely ever reaching her and so she was certain she was the one bringing the weather to the lands she now travelled, even if it was a milder winter than perhaps what she might have been used to.
 
Her stomach growled once more, a frown before a soft chuff caught her attention, her eyes turning to look for it’s source as her head moved on a swivel. “Who?” She called out, accent thick in the air to give away the foreign nature of her culture. The common tongue of these lands were still strange to her, even if she had a good grasp on the language as it were.
 
Her tone was not outwardly unfriendly, more curious and almost morbidly so… she liked to know things and that included what others might be within her immediate surroundings.