Valdis is headed home from her night shift when she sees the pale horse standing in the snow. She knows that horse. It greets her in her dreams whenever they turn too dark, when the memories and the Void threaten to interrupt what should be restful sleep, laughing at her. Surely it can't really be standing there, but Roheryn nickers at it, his breath leaving steam twisting the air.

When it turns to go, Valdis directs her stallion to follow, somehow, she feels she needs to follow it.