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10-16-2015, 03:45 PM
It was hard to miss the sheer number of horses that traveled both by land and air in the same direction. Normally Snö wouldn't care why a group was traveling in the same direction, but this time (for some reason) she was curious. Maybe it was the fact that she'd seen some that belonged to the Edge and some that she knew belonged to the Basin that spiked that curiosity. Whatever it was she didn't spend much time thinking about it, she just followed until the sea was lapping at her frosted hooves. She watched as horse after horse plunged into the ocean and swam to an island in the distance. Snö sighed and followed suit and stepped into the churning water. For a while she was able to dig her hooves into the sand below and shove herself against the current, but eventually the water was too deep and she was subjected to the tide and the waves. She snorted as salt water splashed in her face and eyes and ground her teeth together as she struggled to keep swimming, keep pushing herself until finally her hooves found purchase once more in the sand below. The icy girl dragged herself from the water, her ears flat against her head in a show of irritation that she'd swam so far just because she wanted to see what was drawing everyone to the island. Stupid. There was a well worn trail of hoof prints in the sand and Snö followed them until she finally reached the gathering. Her father, she noted, was present as was Ulrik and Cera and Ophelia. Rather than join the bulk of the group and gawk at the God of the Earth, as everyone called him, she stayed near the back, alone, and observed. "." Snö you're looking at an absolute zero i'm not the devil but i won't be your hero |
