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07-14-2013, 04:41 PM
 “You don’t see it?” bemused I couldn’t do anything except stare at that dark shivering frame, wondering what on earth had startled her. Honestly what was coming next could not be expected, “Look!” she cried, my gaze obediently followed her motions, watching as sooty hooves kicked up snow—and thrust her gangly body around in a tight circle. Tiny snowflakes fell upon both muzzle and neck, they scattered themselves across the smooth conjures of an immature spine. It was then that I realized what the whole ordeal was, all around us—white flakes of frozen moisture had begun to fall into the pale slush below. It was snowing. Cranium tilted up, and for a moment I just watched it fall. Despite having no magic in this land, the frost looked magical when it was illuminated by an unnatural light—almost like thousands of tiny fairies dancing around with broken wings. The ivory specks of frostfall fell upon my snout in a cool kiss that was bitter and tender all the same.
“Why aren’t you afraid?” Regarding my company again I give the child a compassionate smile that held no amount of tease or humor for her ignorance to our world. Gently pressing the small amount of slush at my feet with one forehoof I replied, “There is nothing to fear from this—it is called....‘snow.’ Have you never seen it before?” The territory this lass came from must have been very sheltering--to think…she had never seen pelts of many hues and snow. Our colors come alive when I collide with you
with you, with you
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