New Beginnings

Willows were a pain in the tail for a creature with antlers. The long tendrils of tree wrapped about Asa's antlers, catching and tearing the curtains of branches. Chunks of leaves flew through the air and the rosette covered mare grumbled in annoyance. Eventually the willows would thin out as she came to the older growth of the interior. Then she'd be able to breathe and her ire would lessen.

The dark lady gave her obsidian mane a shake, flecks of green leaves fluttering down to the ground. After that, she moved towards one of the many streams, lowering her velveteen nose to the cool water to slake her thirst. Once she lifted her head again, that was when she saw the galactic marked stallion standing near one of the willows. Interest sparked in the mare and she moved forward.

"Don't eat these," she spoke to the man, one antler slicing off a tendril of willow. "Sour. Not good for you. The bark though... White willow. Good for pain." Fiery eyes squinted slightly as Asa took another step forward. "Who you?"

"Αsa"