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Oh, the weather outside is frightful... Posted on August 16, 2017 at 07:42:18 PM by Aryel
Aryel was no stranger to winter's hardships. She had grown up on the open plains, where there was nothing between you and the elements but a hardy coat and a few warm-bodied comrades. Cold temperatures didn't bother her much, but winter was beginning to take it's toll on the lone mare nonetheless. Hips and ribs were starting to show under a shaggy grulla coat, thanks to a lack of available graze, and frost fleck her muzzle and chin where her breath had cooled and condensed.
The snows had started falling from an iron-grey sky yesterday, continuing on through the night and well into the next day. Slowly but surely, the white flakes had piled up into a pearly blanket across the land, nearly two feet high in some places. The diminutive mare was strong for her size, but slogging through the snow became exhausting after hours on end. Her empty belly growled its displeasure, but try as she might, shoveling the snow aside with hooves and head, she could find little more than a few mouthfuls of frozen brown grass. All she received for her troubles were numb legs and nostrils full of snow.
By what she guessed to be midday (the clouds above reduced the sun to a dull glowing spot high above), with the snow still falling, she was weary, hungry, and thoroughly pissed off. Hurling abuse at the sky would do no good, however, only waste what little energy she had left. She needed to find somewhere she could hole up and wait the blizzard out.
The weary traveler finally happened upon a copse of pines, their boughs weighed down by a canopy of snow. Within the glen, the snowbanks were smaller, and the enclosed space would hopefully serve to trap some heat. It was as good a place to rest as any, and after shaking the snow and ice from her form, she sank down to her knees with a sigh. The mare's head began to droop after a while, and she allowed herself to drowse, though she remained ever alert for the sound of approaching feet outside her little shelter. Replies: