Hilde did not ride fast, more because Frost kept stopping to grab mouthfuls of grass and flowers, not because she consciously slowed him down. In fact she kept digging boot heels into his tough sides increasingly to keep him from standing in one spot. "Come on Frost! Those ahead must think I never feed you! We will stop, I promise. Just get us to the center there.<br/><br/>Finally she was close enough to see the blonde male and the dark haired one-eyed woman. A strange pair, she thought to herself. She noted a man leading a horse, and what appeared to be a female warrior was ahead of her by some distance. Another horseman approached by another angle and she peered at him curiously. One more male appeared carrying a pick axe.<br/><br/>She could not help but wonder at the chances of this disparate group coming together at this time and place. Why was there a sense of uneasiness in her gut as she finally came within hailing distance. But it was the appearance of the slow walking woman that really got to her. Something about this one seemed very strange. As if she was injured or ill.<br/><br/>Hilde climbed off of Frost and let him loose to graze. He gave only a cursory snort at the rider approaching and his horse, he was too hungry to care unless he was attacked. As Hilde approached she looked at the others. Curiosity warring with caution. "I am Hilde Johannes. The Fates must have something in store. But who am I to judge?"<br/><br/>She went to the woman who had fallen to her knees. "Hello, are you injured? I am Hilde. Can you hear me?" Gently she reached out to see if she can offer aid. Turning to the others, "Perhaps a fire to warm us all? Surely someone can built a fire? This one appears cold and in shock."