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06-11-2013, 02:05 PM

Zima walked with a quick pace to where she was going to meet Illynx, the mare who was going to train her for battle. There was a light permafrost on the ground, and a small breeze blew across the powdery white terrain. The sky was an ominous grey color, and Zima's light bay coat stood out against the white land. It was a beautiful day nonetheless. She scanned the area with blue orbs looking for the mare. Her body body was tense with both nervousness and excitement. Her quick breaths misted the cool frigid air. This was her first training spar, and she wanted to do the best that she could. She wanted to be able to fight for and protect her herd. It was a desire that burned within her. At first when she had come to the Basin, she had wanted to become a healer. But then she had heard the words of Psyche the lady of the Basin at the herd meeting, which had changed her mind immediately. Psyche had talked about other herds, and the threat that they posed. Zima didn't want to just lull around being dead weight; she wanted to be of some help to her herd. She needed to learn to fight, to become a soldier.

Finally, she spotted the deep brown mare. Her pace quickened, her hooves crunching the light snow. She smiled slightly in greeting. Her eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Hello.", she said her voice sounding soft, yet confident. "Thank you for offering to help train me today."

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