The air was cold, biting her golden splashed coat as she emerged from the frigid waters. Her hooves sink into the sand as she pulls herself from the water's depths. She visibly shakes, the freezing temperatures piercing her. She mutters underneath her breath in dismay. Her flaxen mane sticks heavily to her thin neck. She’d barely made it out of the water. Curved ears prick forward taking in her surroundings. In desperation, she flees the murky waters for the sparseness of the forest. The trees, mostly dead from the winter months providing little cover for her.
The cold ravages her body, her shaking near uncontrollable. She had not prepared for the swim before making it and deep regret mars her face. She lengthens her stride as she crosses the tree line to the meadow. Her hooves sink into fresh snow as she begins to slow. She paws briefly at the powdering substance to reveal a very sparse amount of grass. Her stomach growls at her in response. She hadn’t eaten today yet. She lowers her dished face to the group, snipping what is available, ensuring her eyes remain alert to the danger. She breathes deeply as she raises her head to survey the white meadow. Blowing out softly, her breath swirls in the air indicating the freezing temperatures. Faint scents taint her nares of others who've recently been here.
mimosa
keep your eyes on the stars
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