<div class="floatright">(http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/20/b1/20b1cc659050c67aa0535c1416739318.jpeg?1842883)</div><strong>Kuroyama Yuki</strong><br/><br/>For a good many days, Yuki found it easier to stay quite than to try and fight through the haze in her mind.  Memories came to the fore and faded.  She was forgetting so much, and she couldn't even work up the strength to mourn it.  There was only the struggle to move, to survive.  To not just lie down and freeze while her mind adjusted to how much she'd voluntiarily diminished herself.<br/><br/>Some of her friends were starting to come out of it.  Catherine was even starting to talk.  It was the horse that brough Yuki fully from her reverie.  “I'll take care of the horse,” she whispered.<br/><br/>The raven haired girl found a lot of focus in tending to the horse.  She sought out hay or—better yet—oats and poured it a trough full.  She found some apples and used one to lower the horse over so she could introduce herself, letting the sleek black mare get to know her.<br/><br/>“Nubian grace, she whispered to the horse as she worked a curry comb through it's fur.  “I'll call you Nubian Grace.”