Wild Berry Meadow it was a pale white horse with a crooked smile

instead her attention moved to a gash on her chest, seemingly much more managable than whatever's wrong with her hock. she cleaned it dutifully, tugging at the blood that'd dried, engaging fully in the simple task until the approach of a stranger had her start, finding before her the polar opposite of the man who'd punted them both off a cliff. perhaps that's not entirely true - there is an icyness to her and while it is not the void of the man it gives her caution. 

but she could hardly say no to the woman, not when she very obviously needed assistance, and so she nodded her head, drawing herself up a little taller as she did so, to the chagrin of her ribcage. "a man pushed me off a cliff," she offers awkwardly, by way of explaination. her voice is slightly hoarse and the words sound strange coming out of her mouth - there is a disconnect between where she'd been and where she was now, still. 

not at all! thank you for joining <3