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Trees gently swished against the mare's hips as she made her way along the path that lead deeper into the heart of The Falls. The rattle of the bare branches caused her ivory ears to flicker back momentarily, before her attention returned to the path ahead. Working her large draft muscles with each gentle step, it was evident that December had quite the challenge when it came to walking on these narrow mountain paths. The 16.3hh Shire had always been used to being unable to work with smaller spaces, but she might have reconsidered going with Midas had she known how much of a bitch it was to get around with her bulk.
The pale sun only offered minimal warmth to her, and the traces of frost in her dark grey feathers reminded her with every step that Frostfall was going to be here for quite awhile. Not that she minded, snow and cold was never really an issue for her, and when it did become one she had no problem seeking shelter. In her mind it was something she as an equine had to do to survive, and there was no point in fussing about it. Others who often do this tend to be ignored by the white and grey fem, who tolerated very little. Her time was precious to her, and she wasn't going to be spending it on those who preferred to whine about simple facts of life. Snow battering her face and chilling her bones, was just a fact of life, and one that could be handled with very little hassle.
Before she knew it, December was down at the lowest part of the herd lands, working her way through the shriveled vines and bare branches and into the frosty clearing. Puffs of hot air clouded from her smoky nostrils, the sun barely peeking through the tightly knit branches to speckle upon her white bodice, causing her to shine like an opal. For a moment she squinted as some flecks hit her gaze, before moving forward to the iced over pond for a drink. Bringing her lips to the icy surface, the chunks gave way to the black waters, which she drank greedily. It had been awhile since she had been home, having spent most of her time out wandering by herself, trying to find some peace.
So far, most of the herd members had left her be, and if she had the energy to express emotions she supposed she would be grateful. At the same time, she had somehow managed to find others to bother her elsewhere, including a large draft stallion named Thor. Their predicament had been odd, one she hadn't been at all fond of, and the male certainly hadn't done himself any favors by being rude in the beginning. Lashing her tail irritably at the thought, she prayed silently to the Earth God that she would be free from anymore annoying stallions for a little while.
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[P] Winter Wonderland My Ass (Rostislav)
