Like a dance on insanity’s doorstep, and a kiss with death, Xiomara’s hooves moved at a fast pace along the edges of the mountain’s jagged trails. The rocks that fell off clattered with laughter, as if awaiting her to join them. Yet, the daring mare managed to not take a misstep. Her breath blew like smoke from a dragon’s nostrils on the cold air, and her eyes glittered as if made from the ice that had begun forming on the edge of the sea. The unfamiliar terrain caused her heart to hammer with excitement, thriving on the challenge of something new. Only when the sight of the lower land began to lay out before her accompanied by the large body of the water, Xiomara knew she was finally on the threshold of the Bay.


Having only paused for a moment to take in the sight, the mare continued on her way, only slowing when the heavens finally released their hold on the snow. The giant flakes fell with such ferocity that the blue roan had to slow her steps, becoming careful at long last as she made her decent on what should have only been travelled by a splay toed mountain goat. It was as she reached the bottom, having somehow not fallen, that visibility became utterly impossible.


Sucking in a lung full of the frigid air, Xiomara got a mixture of so many scents that she could not tell one from the other. So, she continued, head lowering and ears pinning while her eyes tried to squint through the blur of white. If not for her heavy coat and thick feathers along her legs, Xiomara could picture herself succumbing to such conditions. Instead, she smiled, finding the challenge exhilarating.


When the warrioress heard the cry carried upon the wind, Xiomara finally raised her head, pink lips parting to give a call in return. But the fierce wind yanked it away, taking her voice in the opposite direction. Determined, Xiomara continued, hoping who ever it was hadn’t moved on. She was soon rewarded with an answer, though she nearly collided with the mare when she finally found her.


“I highly doubt this is the place to be.” she greeted, raising her voice to be heard over the wind. “Unless you think frolicking in the fresh snow is a great idea? Either way, I’m game.” Though Xiomara spoke with such flippant words, her eyes were narrowed in displeasure as her body somewhat swayed as it fought to brace against the wind.