Dröm hikes up the mountain. The clouds blocking her view, making her trip and stumble often. Luckily, she does not tumble down the mountain side to a very untimely death. By the time she reaches the open meadow her body is dripping with sweat, like a bitch's drooling lips. The flies are relentless until she reaches the top of the mountain. The flies appear to dislike the high altitude, or perhaps they die from the slight lack of oxygen. The flax babe still whips around her tresses, as it has become so natural to swat at flies, her tail does it automatically. With a loud huff, she halts and gazes around with caramel eyes. The first thing she notices is the large, dark, figure up ahead. Her eyes analyze the shape. It is big enough to be a horse, so that is what the femme assumes the shape is. However, next to the horse, is a smaller shape. A foal, perhaps? She trots towards the shapes with curiosity burning in her lean frame.
Upon growing closer to the shapes, she finds that the smaller shape is some sort of dog and and larger shape is a strangely horned unicorn. She also notices a clear, glass like horse, moving towards the unicorn. She picks up her pace to a brisk trot, attempting to reach the fully visible horse before the clear horse does. She is too slow, however, and is second to reach the stallion (or was the glass mare here all along and perspective has made it appear differently?) The first thing motherly Dröm notices, is the trembling body of the dual-toned stallion. She halts next to him. "You are cold," she blurts out with out a second thought. The girl may have jumped to conclusion on his shivering, but she does not attempt to take a step back and try to understand what is really the cause of his shaking. The only thing she thinks of doing is a daring move that can either get her into trouble or let her make a friend. She takes the risk wholeheartedly and scoots herself closer to the stallion, attempting to let her warm flesh make contact with his presumably cold frame. "I'm Dröm," she giggles softly. Her words sweet and warm, like a spring day after a cold winter.
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ooc: I thought the quote was applicable. :P Hope you don't mind touchy-feely Dröm!! :D Her intentions were in the right place. :3
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