"Eh, ok, I think even I forgot my question. What do you two want to do?" Frolic asked, twiching her tail. She was so bored.

"I hope so," Fleet answered. "What altar do you come from?"

Spin thought for a moment, but came up with nothing. "I don't know, honestly. The water looks tempting, though."

Satin smirked. "Artic Winds, you?"

"Sure!"Without waiting, Frolic flew - almost literally - to the stream and plunged herself in. The she burst out her mane sticking to her neck and part of her cheek. "Come on in. The water's fine."

Fleet smiled. "So you like the cold. I'm from the Eternal Sun, so I like warmth. And yet, so much we have in common."

Spin galloped down after her, leaping into the water, and his coat became darker from getting wet. His mane and forelock now stuck to him, and he grinned, looking much like a drowned horse.

Satin nodded slowly, thinking fast. They did have so much in common, yet they were complete opposites...Confusing. She glanced at him, smiling.

Frolic laughed. Suddenly she dove into the water, the current rushing against her. When she finally came up, she had a lily pad in her mouth. Setting it on Spin's head, she arranged it to perfection.

Fleet thought about something. He had always wanted to fly and so being close to the sky would help with imagining he was flying. And it was cold up there, so it would please Satin. Yes! He would do it. "Milady, would you enjoy a trip to the mountains?"

Spin laughed, "A bit of a perfectionist, aren't you?"

Satin froze, staring at him "Of course I would, but what about you, would you be too cold?"