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Frostfall had a long song, the cold wind running across snow and ice searching for warmth to steal. It howled it's craving, endless for what it wanted, pushing with an invisible force. Sometimes she felt she was getting use to the sound, the sharpened cold, and endless white that numbed and dulled. Yet there were times her body craved warmth, a stretch of sunlight after it's days in hiding. She would think Leander would one day have his wish of her leaving the north if the snowstorms did not cease. Frostfall could end, but it would always be cold here and she wasn't sure if she could live in white eternal.
Faelene was a resilient sort, and though this afternoon the sun again was tucked away, it's warmth real but not strong she hung close to the Steppe with no intention to leave.The red maned, however, was grateful for her thick, darkened coat that shielded her. At last her wound had started to recover, beneath her long hairs there was no sign of past damage. Tor had done a great job in fixing her shoulder, it did not pain her even with the nipping cold. Briefly thought of the healer wondering where she lived, but had no answer. A light sigh, she rubbed her nose long her forearm, wanting to rid of the icicles that clung to her muzzle.
A voice called for her, and her charcoal stained crown rose to listen to the summons. Knowing the tune of his vocals, and some knowledge of his heart it had to be Tolio. A surprised smile draws upon her lip, he wanted to practice did he? Sadly she had not yet spent more time with the chestnut stallion, and found herself trotting long the white snow to answer his call. She was eager to see him, and have something useful to do. This would be interesting.
The wind continued to strike out across the plain, scattering the crystals, and tugging at her long cords of red mane to whip skyward. There was no slowly her stride, her faded silver irises found red and white toned stallion. A light nicker strummed from her own cords in greeting while her limbs continued to fight against the snowdrifts that did not quite reach her knees. When she came to him she did not hold back, but bumped her dark nose to his white painted muzzle. Tolio was someone she trusted beside Mauja, Delinne, and Leander which said quite a bit. "You ready?" There was excitement to her question, and a bright smile. Since this was only practice there was no huge pit of worry in her gut, or fear from the invasion. She would wait for his answer, and then tt was with a tip of her head she shifted herself away from him. She would put the sun to her left, but not behind her...ready when he was. The open field of snow would provide enough space, and landing if needed.
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[Judge] Come Forth into the Storm and Rout [Faelene]
