"What's your favorite part about spring?" Synn recalled the fleeting presence of Spring like a dream. The memories were far gone, hardly tangible. It'd been years since she'd seen her mother or young sister. It was this time of year, when the snow gave way to sun and the wildflowers began to bloom that they'd lie together in the field, soaking in the warmth. Kiva would tell stories from her youth as a huntress of a far off clan- referring to days gone by. All the while her deft teke would braid and weave their long manes- Synn remembered how much it meant to her, having such long hair. It was a sign of health- and yet after they joined with the War-Forged it almost became defiance. It was the only thing the older mare could have control over. Thus why Synn couldn't stand it.. Her own defiance included shearing her mane.. But, there was a sadness in her heart. A nostalgia. She looked over at Cerys as she observed the children at play. "They're getting stronger." she murmured. "Yes.." came the merchant's wistful response, the unicorn seemed in thought- like always. The scout pursed her lip, wondering if Synn's own fears were shared by the young mother. The question never came. After some time she eased back on her elbow, the sun warming her back. "Cerys?" "Hm?" "May I braid your mane?"