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A tentative step was her first move, the sharp point of her hoof digging into the white, powdery substance of the newly fallen snow. It sunk in, mesmerizing dual-colored eyes, and for the briefest of moments the filly pondered if she should just stay inside the cave that belonged to the Weaver. It was warmer here, she knew, but... Rhiannon couldn't help but feel curious about her surroundings.
A curious creature, she had become, in her few days of life. Most of her time had been spent inside, revelling in the warmth that the safety of her father's cave granted her, but it didn't stop her from exploring every nook and cranny of the cave. It was discovered early on, moments after birth actually, that the young brindled filly suffered from an irritable cough. It lingered constantly, interrupting her mumbled words, and sometimes causing her to have terrible fits where she nearly toppled over. It would pass in time, but for Rhiannon, the cough was dumb and annoying.
"... Snow?" The filly mumbled to herself, just a simple whisper to be unheard by others. Yes, that's what it was called, according to Crowley. Lifting her right hoof free of the white powder, Rhiannon stared at it for a few more moments before letting her hoof drop to the ground once more. She was still small and lanky, practically skin and bones, but she had developed a good sense of coordination since her stumbling first steps. "Cold..."
The statement was heard on deaf ears, and instead of turning back into the familiar warmth of the cave, the brindled youth ventured further outside, her short tail flicking left and right. Each long, lanky leg took hesitant steps into the snow, dual-colored eyes looking up at the morning sky. It was quiet out, she realized, tiny ears flicking forward and swiveling around as she tried to hear the sounds around her. Somewhere, a collection of snow collapsed from the weighted-down branches of a tree, but it did nothing to alarm the youngster. Instead, silver and gold eyes were locked on the rising sun. It was pretty, she noted, but not near as beautiful as the colored collage she had witnessed the night of her birth.
A cough escaped her, a rough sound to come from one so young, but it did nothing to deter her. No, Rhiannon wanted to explore this new kingdom that she had been born into. She wanted to learn about those that lived beside her mother and father, and meet who else called this pale ice-palace home. Giving her stubby-horned head a brief shake, the filly's nostrils flared, smelling the crisp autumn air. It was so pretty... But if only it wasn't so blasted cold.
With each step that Rhiannon took, however, she gained confidence and poise, until her youthful spirit took over and the brindled filly tossed her head, this time breaking into a somewhat clumsy, ungainly canter. Long limbs propelled her across the frosty lands, head high, short strands of her frosted mane flopping back and fortch across the crest of her neck. It was a beautiful day, and hopefully she wouldn't spend this new adventure alone.
[ooc: Open to any. :D]
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