Just close your eyes, the sun is going down
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now
Come morning light, You and I'll be safe and sound

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Vanille finally found her way to Solgar’s home. She forgets why she didn’t talk to the sulky man more the first time they met – she assumes she fell back asleep – woke up – and he was gone but who really knows? She could simply have been an airhead and plum forgot, it’s happened – true story.

She pulls herself out the frozen water and onto the desolate beach. There are many smells here so she assumes Solgar must have quite a few ladies. The more the merrier for her – as long as there was someone to talk to – it didn’t have to be him, though she found his quiet demeaner interesting – and she wonders if she can make him smile someday.

Challenge accepted.

She begins to trot inland, the inlet is a fairly narrow piece of land scattered with a few pine trees. Everything is covered in a fine layer of snow. The ground is hard beneath her hooves, as if the soil is perminantly frozen. She has never seen anything like it, and she finds it quite fascinating.

Then again, Vanille was always easily amused. She found herself at a stream, part of it was iced over. She chuckles as she sees herself in the smooth surface. “Momma gave you her good looks girl.” She dances in place, checking out all her angles on her ice mirror. She wasn’t vain like her mother though, rather, she was just amusing herself with whatever means possible.

She flings her black nose into the snow and comes up snorting as the snow melts and flies down her nostrils. “Yuck!” She snorts and lashes her head around in protest. She glances around then – silence. She sighs and finds a pretty tree to sit under. Surely someone will see her golden coat in all this white, and then they can tell her where everyone is, she sure didn’t get a memo to go somewhere else, she hoped she had the right place.

Vanille
hold onto this lullaby

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