From the Same World [Private]

Alabaster

Alabaster, Arabella, and Cool Runnings had returned to the herd only recently, and the white stallion’s embarrassment was still evident, regardless of how much he tried to hide it. Despite the cold, he stayed along the fringes of the herd, avoiding all eye contact and conversation. His leg still hurt, but the bleeding had stopped some time ago. Regardless, he refrained from fussing over the wound, feeling his preoccupation with it might only worsen what the others surely thought of him now. Not only had he foolishly led his companions astray and nearly killed them all due to hunger and predators, but he had managed to lame himself in the process. Crawling back to the herd half-starved and limping was not the ideal image he wished to be identified with. But it was what it was and he doubted he would ever be able to regain his sophisticated airs. Lord Alabaster, Advisor of the Olde herd… Why might anyone still respect such an obviously unwise consultant?
It was with these dreary thoughts the pale coated horse was mulling over, he stormy colored eyes staring into the distance, when a dark shape caught his attention. She was hard to miss with her coat so obviously contrasting the snow. It was Obscura, standing not far off from himself. For a moment, he wondered how he was going to face a fellow advisor, but quickly swallowed down his anxiety. He wanted…needed to get his game back on. Perhaps she could update him with all that he’d missed while stumbling through the snow alone save for a filly and a young commoner.
“Lady Obscura,” he whinnied, approaching the pretty dark mare with his head bowed against the winter’s biting wind. “By chance, might I inquire after the events that unfolded upon my absence?”