Abel and Nym gritted their teeth against the snowstorm, it seemed the extremities of the weather were coming out in full force. Still the little colts drove on, their growing hooves bearing the weight of their slender bodies. Fluffy white snow landing on painted pelts, tails that were once so short had now grown a little longer and offered more protection. Fur, heavy as strands turned into icicles, ruffled against the wind. The twins were beginning to understand what it was like to live out life as a block of ice.

A light, faint in the harsh weather, caught their attention. The closer they got the more and more it turned into a familiar form. Others gathered around this light too. Two were equine and one was a pegasus. Each looked older than they were and one of them was painted like they were. However, this wasn't the most immediate thing that captured their attention. Eyes bulged as they took in the form of the Sun God, staring at his flaming presence. Neither had seen a God before and each took comfort in one another whilst flashing curious glances his way. This was the being that had granted their father his power to heal, each thought the magic silly. It didn't go boom! Why couldn't they have a father who was a real fighter? A dragon usually accompanied them, but with the recent invasion the twins had been left to themselves. Their bossy mother had gone.

Nym was the first to step forward, although he left his hind brushing against the shoulder of Abel, trying his best to make his voice sound like that of a stallion and not of a colt. He managed it halfway, it cracked in places but would be loud enough for most to hear. "You're a God aren't you!" As soon as the young bucks exclamation left his maw Abel was there following up with his own comment. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be up there?" The little colt motioned to the sky. He didn't know why he thought that, it just seemed logical to his young mind. Gods were not mortal so they must live high up, above all those they ruled.

Abel had moved forwards to stand by his twin, two curious faces standing side by side.

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"Abel"
"Nym"

When the ebony she wolf had heard the news of her Heavenly Father being exiled to the Frostbreath Steppe, her heart sank. For many days and nights, she has been a prisoner of the World’s Edge, ever since she had luck setting the place aflame. A smile still creeps upon her maw when she thinks about it, but she will not have any of the infidels see. Like a true warrioress, her black hide has been decorated by fresh scars, received on the night she painted the night sky with orange destruction. The colder weather has rendered her fur somewhat less shiny as it has grown out to protect her bony figure, but when caught under the sparse sunlight, she still shimmered like the blackest tar. Long, disheveled tresses wrap around her nape like a ragged shawl, but they are poor relief for the cold that seems to gain strength for every day. Keahi knows that it must be a stroke of madness that makes her come here, to the Steppe, to seek out her Lord of Light. With the invasion in the Edge, she has used the disturbances as a cover for her escape; whoever thought to look out for a prisoner when their home had turned into a battlefield? Again that silky smile that she is so known for, but this time turned into a grimace as the first snow starts to fall, settling upon her back daintily before melting away. Only she does not know it will be much, much worse.

By the time she came within view of the gathering, there is absolutely nothing dainty about the snow anymore, now turned into a full-fledged blizzard. Snow is whirled up in front of her, at times seeming to consume her and turn heaven and earth into one. She knows that she can easily get lost, but when she spots the golden light ahead, she knows her course is right. The icy winds are howling through marrow and bone, feeling much like the times when she has had her blood frozen by that heathen Mauja. Her teeth are clenched tight, crystals forming on her back and in her tresses, glistening in the sparse light that grows as she moves closer. The banshee sees that she is not the first to find the light and warmth of her Father comforting; others have gathered as well, though they are merely children in her comparison. One is a Pegasus, a youngling that she does not recognize nor spend much energy on. Then there is a bicolored lass about the same age as the first, plain equine and not too memorable, Keahi finds. The cold isn’t exactly helping with her friendliness, so she merely skims the appearance of a silver tinged brown mare, slightly older but not by much, before moving her sights to a pair of colts, twins by the looks of it, that look way too young to be wandering around on their own. Well, who is she to judge; the whelps aren’t her problem, thank god.

Speaking of which, there he is in all his might, the Lord of Light, father of all living things. But, he is somewhat reduced, his grandeur not as impressive as it had been when she had seen him in the Vein of the Gods. Regardless, with his flaming body, he is still an overwhelming presence that she is instantly humbled by. The flames on his body reflect in her emerald orbs as she steps closer stiffly, kneeling in the cold snow before him to show her respects to his divine self. “Father, I have heard of your misfortune. It breaks my heart, that I shall have to face the toilsome winter without your glorious protection,” she speaks, her voice silky smooth, eyes not moving from his form for one second. “I have done as you asked. I burned them, I set the moon bitch’s land aflame, and I paid for it with blood. And they trembled,” she said with a smile creeping upon her silken maw. Everything else has faded away; she only sees his glory and feels his warmth kiss her face tenderly in the midst of the ice and frost that is roaring around them. If he was ever in doubt about her devotion, surely that would be put to death by now.