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For @[Amara]!
She had spent several days getting to know the World's Edge before she felt confident enough to venture out of it; as much as she enjoyed having a herd again, she could not shake the nomadic part of her being which ached for freedom. Her winding, aimless path lead her to a snow-covered landscape which was a merciful respite from the scorching heat of the day. She had never known sun so hot in all her years, and the sensation of snow on her legs was a delicious one after endless hours of walking across dry, scorched ground. Sweat froze on her flanks and her breath steamed in front of her as she walked through the frozen landscape, noting how the intense heat had caused patches of grass to poke through the snow at frequent intervals. She stopped to sample a blade or two, then continued walking. She noticed a nearby puddle, and swiftly broke the ice with her hoof before taking a long, satisfying draught of ice-cold water. Contented, the mare decided it was high time for a roll, to wash the remaining sweat from her flanks and cool the rest of her body - she had always been more resilient to cold than she was to heat, and revelled in the sensation of the snow on her back as she thrashed about on the ground. Sated, she returned to her feet and stood with one hoof slightly lifted, her ears flopping to either side as she allowed herself to relax. Before long she would have to endure the heat to head back home, but for now she was content to chill - quite literally - in the beautiful tundra. "" |
