Dimi ~<br/><br/>Dimitria gave him a quiet smile. "I... It's... A representation of... my father... He was a freedom fighter," she commented. "He didn't like the strict Communist government so he fought them with all he had, despite how hopeless it was... The snow... Is the inevitability of failure. The horse will try to survive and eventually... freeze," she looked away, then bit her lip and sighed. "Sorry... Not very happy or anything, is it?" she whispered. She'd begun to play with her fingers. Why hadn't she just made something up? Sure, it represented a stalwart warrior or luck. Shivering, she looked back up and her icy blue eyes sparked. "Why?" she asked coldly. "It likely doesn't even matter."