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They twist their backs to the great monument and it’s backdrop of blue and white peaks. No one seems to neither notice nor be concerned with their departure; her and bird are unseen as they move quietly away from the Basin refuge. In time she will have to mend the relationship with her herd – or lack of one, rather. Although when she starts to really dwell on the matter it seems both parties are at fault. Why does the Basin struggle to hold it’s own crown in place – everyone has abandoned or stepped down, not to mention almost always hastily being chosen upon. Her opinions fire, one after another and so on before she finally snaps out of it a few moments later. She moves across the icy land bridge, moonlight dancing across her silvery patched back. Her hair is long and thickened with the snowy months setting into her bones; she remains warm even with the night’s bitter coldness. It is a windless night tonight, a half moon looming and ever watchful of the pair’s movements. Ribbons of light sharpen Phrixus’ bright white feathers as he swoops and glides just ahead of the jogging mare. She keeps a steady pace into the deeper, blacker night of the mid-southern parts, purposely passing close to the Hidden Fall’s border – close enough to hear the rumble of the churning water, which she stops to listen to for a few minutes before moving on. Those growling waters will be frozen solid soon enough. She stays off of the common paths as she descends further south, using an even mix of deer and wolf trails instead. Finally she makes her way passed the Threshold and into the Forest. “Ahhh.” She sucks in a deep, satisfied breath with a hum of relief meeting the cold night air. She lets a firm side-kick burst from her hind end, flicking and slashing her thin silky tail as she skips around in celebration. Phrixus dances in wide, wavy circles around her, weaving close and chawing with glee when she bucks. This goes on for only a minute or so before the pair begins moving farther into the wooded realm, looking around carefully as they do so. Snow crunches beneath her split, delicate toes and the trees above are disturbed by the occasional landing of the raven, spilling their snowy load with a sprinkling sound each time. It is a typical midnight wintry scene, breath frozen in cloudy puffs with each breath, the snow blue and silver and whatever other colors it feels like adopting under the moon’s light. It seems to chameleon under the chrome rays peaking through the fir branches. She stops to listen to her surroundings every few steps, her ears moving slowly to pluck any suspicious sound there could possibly be. Phrixus circles above, his keen blue eyes hardly ever miss much…especially at night. “”  |
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i'm still rusty
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