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Snö had woken in the night, ears twisting forward, some strange... something calling at her, an insistent melody singing, sweet, changing notes that heightened and fell, soothing and eerie, like an ancient call to a ceremony unknown. It had begun as a keening, then sped, and moved quicker and quicker, louder and louder, until she had given way and began to follow. Where would it lead her? Would it be something sinister?
Tarak came jogging at her side, metal pieces shifting and clicking, a familiar, comforting sound when she moved towards such a strange summon. Snö simply glowed in the moonlight, shining like a lustrous pearl, coat glimmering softly, groomed to perfection. Even her mane and tail was lush and free of tangles as she moved, from meticulous groomings and many bathing times in the burning hot of the mineral waters. Snö was vain enough to know she was beautiful, and conceited enough to make sure everyone else knew- this fact only confirmed by her carefully cleaned body.
She moved swifter, and quicker, crystal blue eyes sharp as she entered the Arch near her beautiful icy home. Here, she knew, was the source of the call.
Indeed, there were two mares; a pegasus of such extraordinary ugliness Snö could not bear to set her chilling eyes on her, the second one Snö immediately as the leader of this small place, her intoxicating, unique aura near-exploding in the tiny cavern, enthralling anyone who approached. A goddess, spun of violet darkness and wings. Lastly, a unicorn that barely passed, with twisted blackened horns on a creamy body.
Already Snö bore a flower in her creamy mane, yet nevertheless she immediately longed to talk to this mare, of an idea she nurtured so sweetly in her mind.
She prayed the deity would give her chance to speak.
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