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It is ridiculous that you are this far north at this time of the year, but the glaciers worked like magnets, pulling you further and further from the temperate woods of the Deep Forest. You’d had your fun, dancing around in those endless mirrors, but it was time to move on and head south. Too bad you’re going in the wrong direction.
You haven’t realized it quite yet, but soon it will become apparent to you that you are lost. Now, lost is technically a relative term—you often wander unfamiliar territory, and this is hardly any different—but in this case, you want to go one place, and you are maddeningly unsure of how to get there. So, you move across the tundra in a random direction, telling yourself that you are heading to warmer weather, when in actuality, you are travelling farther north.
After a good day’s travel, you are exhausted and frustrated. Everything on this cursed steppe looks the same—it’s like you’re going in circles! And it isn’t getting any warmer either. In fact, as night begins to fall, it’s growing colder and colder by the minute. You huff angrily, striking at the snow with a dainty hoof. You are cold, and hungry, and worst of all, one of your beautiful braids has come undone. You are positive that you must look absolutely unkempt, and that you cannot stand. If you were assured that you were alone, you would have screamed in rage, but, as you discovered earlier, others can hide in the emptiest of places. You shift your weight uneasily, eying your surroundings. Though you may blend in with the pristine snow, there is no cover on this tundra. A feeling of vulnerability rises in your chest, and you attempt to shove it back down violently. You are no chicken-hearted weakling…
@[Krieger]
OOC: Taking you up on the Krieger thread that we discussed waaaay back on the plotting board (“Blind Dates?”). Sorry it took me so long to get to! Take your time with replies.
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