And so we meet again | Greer X Cethin

Cethin curved his neck so his head was rather arched, against the wind. It warmed him, however funny he looked. The marsh was dangerous now. He couldn't deny it. He would have changed into his rat form, but he wasn't sure having a smaller body would help him much. As he was making up his mind through the flurries of snow he heard the scream. It cut through the air like the claws of a grass beast.

He flattened his ears against the wind and strained to hear it again. He turned to face the next one. The sound, if he were to follow it, would lead him right into the heart of the storm. Cethin wondered if whatever this was was worth his time.

He trekked along towards the sound, he'd been close luckily, so when he found Greer after a few minutes he didn't know what to think. The mare looked cold, very cold. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE IDIOT!" He lunged towards her and caught her crest in his teeth, he dragged her slowly towards him, hooves skidding on the ice. Then he turned, realizing an effort to drag her onto the fragile surface was almost impossible. He yelled as he shifted into the small rat. He held up a paw with a squeak to the mare and then made his way to the frozen dirt nearby. He began to dig, cutting his paws deeply. He shoveled to mud out onto the ice until after another few minutes there was a formidable pile. He pushed the heap with all his small might to the water and watched it fall.

Countless times he did this until the mud seemed to build up. He shifted in more rocks now, to make it sturdy. Then he nodded to the mare. Hopefully she'd be able to climb out now, otherwise Cethin didn't know what to do.

Cethin changed and breathing heavily looked at the mare beside him. He saw her fall unconscious and kneeled, laying himself down beside her. He used the marsh grass to pull up and make a sort of blanket against the snow. The flat of the marsh would kill them, there was nearly nothing for shelter. "You, sweetheart, what idiot like you would wander around the marsh in the middle of a blizzard." He smiled and then thought if he'd been out he must have been an idiot too.

Cethin blinked open his eyes at a shift, he couldn't believe he had fallen asleep, much less next to Greer. He rolled away and stood, shaking snow from his pelt. "Morning sweetheart," he drawled out lazily, taking the marsh grass and uprooting it, munching it down quietly as he watched her. "Aren't you quite the morning horse." He smiled and turned away form her to make his way through the snow towards a sparse grove of trees.

"I don't care if you're hurt or not sweetie, but if you want to live and not get picked off by the beasts we may as well look for some moose." He faced her, jaw dropping with the last word sarcastically. He rolled his eyes at her and began his trek yet again.

"Let's see," Cethin began to list all the things that had happened, "I was going to collect some flowering for Grange, then a stupid wind whipped itself up and temperatures dropped. Then a mare like you screamed and I found you neck deep in a icy body of water." He shook his head and sent shivers down all the way to his tail, knocking what was left of the snow back off again. Now there was only a light fall. He smiled though, it was nice to see such a mare again. "Sweetheart, might I ask your name, again. I don't believe you complied to my wish the first time I asked." He looked at her quickly and then faced the grove again. If there were any of the Perditim Moose here they'd be safe for a while, the trees offering plausible covering and the animals' thick flowering would be easy to live on.

His hoof stuck in some frozen mud and he lifted it with a tug, mud splattering on him and the mare. He laughed a bit and uprooted a clump of muddy grass, flinging the mud caught on the roots at Greer. If the mare would just chat all the way to the grove they'd never get there, but if they played a game, something was bound to cause her to actually run.

Cethin watched as she gained on him, mud splattering on her chest and legs. He too, he supposed, was just as dirty and he probably, with anyone else would've acted a bit sheepish for the filth. With her it was easy, for she shouldn't care how he looked. It was so easy. "Come on darlin'" He slid to a stop at the copse of trees, "because I don't want to die out here in the snow and icy water, we'll be saying hi to some Perditim Moose." He smiled and pushed past tree branches, nodding as the bull with disappearing flora appeared. I let him draw blood and stood back, lazily chewing the flora and smiling cockily to Greer, "Having some?"

Cethin cocked a hoof and shifted his weight, "Enjoying time with my mate, chasing off Exiles, sliding down mountains." He smiled a bit at the last thought, after all it was true, and funny at that. His eyes turned blissful, he missed Grange, he'd been traveling around the mountains and had made it to the marsh, looking for some of the Moose. He thought that learning more of the species may benefit the herd should they ever run into some. "You?" He could imagine if the mare was like anything she mentioned last time they'd met, she'd have been battling more bachelors, pissing of the olde's king, and dodging sharks. The horse was adventurous after all.

Cethin shifted a bit sheepishly, "No girl, sweetheart." He dropped his head to the snow and pulled up a tussock of grass, keeping his head low to the ground. "He's nice." The mare's voice had caused him to withdraw from the conversation a bit, "Who's this someone?" He asked raising an eyebrow. The steady bellows and munching of moose behind them added to a sweet, serene, environment. He flicked an ear and looked up at the mare again, she was, he had to admit, pretty. In a gruff kinda way, much like how most of the broods were. She was tough though and, unicorns, her personality was something like a snakes, lashing out constantly it seemed when provoked.