Maybe this wasn’t such a wise idea, I thought to myself as I barely managed to stumbled up the steep, rock covered mountain side. The wind howled past me like some sort of wild beast and the snow it carried careened into my sensitive skin like little knives trying to pierce my already frozen flesh. I squinted against the squalls as the cold air rushed into my face bringing tears to my eyes as I tried to find my way. With my vision impaired, I struggled to stay on the slightly worn path that led up the mountainside. More than once, I had stumbled over rocks or bumped into skeletons of dead trees that, like me, were no match for this ferocious weather. I could barely see my large bodied companion through the rushing snow, though I knew she was not far ahead of me. When she was close I tried to duck behind her, using her as a living shield if only to get a moment of peace from the incessant winds. I could only image the types of equine that could live in this kind of harsh climate and the she-beast, Shira, certainly fit the part.

In the meadow, the promise of safety from stallions had outweighed my previous objection against the sort of habitat my future home would be, but now I was beginning to wonder if maybe it was not stallions but winter I should be more concerned about. My thin desert coat was no match for the biting winds of the higher altitude and it gnawed right through me, down to my bones. I was concerned for the babe that was growing inside of me, as what little fat I had begun to put on in the beginning stages of my pregnancy, did nothing to shut out the cold.

My body ached as we continued our trek, though it seemed we had been walking for days. During a lull in the persistent squalls I picked up my tired, heavy feet moving closer to my guide as I caught a glimpse of her dark body ambling forwards only a couple hundred feet before me. “Shira,” I called to her as loud as I could, trying to beat out of the screaming of the wind, “How much farther?” I squeeze up beside the giant vixen as the path was barely big enough for one body, single file let alone two. “I am not sure I can take much more of this,” I admitted. I knew it was not very lady-like to complain but my body had never endured punishment such as I was putting it through now. I was a desert princess after all, not an ice queen and this sort of frozen terrain was enough to make me wish for my old home in the Western Sea.




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