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There was a disgusted look smeared across her golden face, rich eyes cast across the dreary and monochromatic landscape as she regarded the sullen trees with a dismissive glance. Hooves had perched her right at the edge of the Threshold, squared up and golden toes pointing towards the direction she assumed she had meant to go.

As she second-guessed her own decision to enter this land, snow drifted down in tiny flurries from the heavens. The fresh powder pooled at her feet and on her priceless skin, and each small bit of fuzzy ice nestling its home among her fur and hair was met with a twitch of skin and a heaving sigh of her chest. As much as the Gold highly disliked trees, what with all their ... lovely.. shedding, 'leafy glory,' she disliked the damp flurry of snow even more.

Nostrils flared, skin tugging at the corners and pulling the golden ring nestled there taught against her muzzle. The Gold jerked forward in a split-second decision as her hooves took her from a dead stand-still to a rushed gallop. Since she had already come so far, she might as well traverse the few hundred feet that laid between her and the thick lining of trees and enter this dismal land. Dainty legs took care to avoid all manner of sticks and stones that may mar her perfect skin, and once within the confines of the trees, the Gold slowed down. Perfect head was held high and proud as she regarded her surroundings, large eyes gazing upwards into the abyss of the tree-tops, which almost seemed to block out all sunlight (or moonlight... heaven knows the clouds make it damn near impossible to tell, anyway).

Regardless of the heavy canopy far above her head that blocked out almost everything... the damned snow still managed to, somehow, make its presence known within the confines of the trees. The thick blanket at her feet was not at all fresh, but not quite solid either; it was an absolutely horrible, disgustingly slushy mess that made the Golden's lip curl up at the corner. "Is every area in this godforsaken land covered?" she snarled to herself, flicking a hoof at the gross scene laid before her feet.

She quickly turned craned her head and neck towards her rear, lips grasping a firm hold on her neatly-braided tail and lifting it up off of the ground. If she was going to spend the majority of her time in this... fantastically damp place, she might as well make sure her lovely tail didn't get soaked to the core and freeze solid like a rock, right? But she must be an awkward sight to behold; a black and gold mare, gorgeous as can be, carrying her tail like a little clumsy filly would carry a large leaf.

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