"Yes, it is Skid and the welcome does soften the nipping of the cold." He looked in the direction of the other in the meadow and was surprised that there where more serians than he thought upon entering the meadow.

"How have you been Miss Path?" He said after turning back to her.

He was about to ask the same of the green stallion, but was confused when Shamrock began to laugh. So instead he watched and could not help up chuckle a little at the stallion's acting, after being hit by a snowball.

He look back to Path, "I presume the little one who is using grass to fling snow into the air and the one who took out our valiant friend, is yours?"