The cold came fast this year. The edge swelled with the white snow fall, and fog clouded the lands. It froze the world under it with a frosty layer of unique flakes. Crunching filled the air around her as the pale golden mare walked. Delicate hooves dove into the frozen ground, sinking until the white substance packed down to hold her weight. Tin on the other hand happily danced around her. His small cloven hooves floated almost on top of the white powder. His delicate crown glowed with bright green leaves that added color to the desolate landscape. The pair moved together through the tree's; they weaved in and out of the thickening brush. They came to a halt in front of a small hut-like shelter. It was under a large red maple tree, and Raeden could not help but smile. This was her home. She was proud of this little hut. There was enough room for Tin, herself, and one more being to stand and lay in this little home. Teal eyes brightened as she watched Tin happily find more branches to make their home stronger. Cream hooves walked in the entrance, and she turned her attention to a small ember glowing in the middle of the space. Gently blowing of the valuable source, the fire started to burn and warm her home.  Tin then came in and placed a thick branch into the fire. With the air warming around them Tin found his spot on a bed made of thick grass. Raeden, on the other hand, could not find time to take a nap.

Silver-flecked eyes looked out the opening of her hut. The snow fell and floated to the ground below, and she was thankful for the shelter that they completed before winter. There was a lot to worry about.She had not seen Ron since the little tiff at the glass wall with the moon doctor. She worried about the man, but she could not let that take away from her son. Gawen was her soul and her heart, but how would she tell Ron about him? She had a lot on her mind, and she could tell Tin was burdened by her problems. The deer laid sleeping on the warm bed of grass. Raeden's mind was racing and her emotions were running wild. After Loth leaving her for so long she was not too sure what to think. Then there is still the raw emotions from learning her parents were killed by her own herd god. The mare had fallen into being a recluse. Sheltering herself from others, and not involving herself with the activities of Helovia. The pale mare just did not feel her self. Lonelyness overwhelemed her heart, but her face was stone. She could never let her herd see how much she was hurting, not matter how much it ate her inside. The specter needed to focus on her duty as a high ranked mare and a mother. That was the right thing to do, right?

"talk talk talk"

OOC:: her little branch hutch is like this but a tad larger with a fire warming the inside. Raedens Little Home 

calstron & raeden

"You're lovin' on the psychopath sitting next to you"