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the wind's come down the mountain [open]
Posted on August 28, 2021 at 07:10:09 PM by f e i





Death is only the end if you believe the story is about you


The white mare is starting to believe swimming had been a bad idea.

While the water had been pleasantly warm, it had been clear from the moment she'd washed ashore that winter still had some hold over this new land she found herself in. While the beginnings of spring were visible in the greening of the grass and the unopened buds which dotted the branches of the trees, the air was still cool and she found herself shivering if she paused for too long in one place. She was thankful that it was at least sunny; no amount of shaking or rolling would dry her as fast as straight up sunlight. It would be a true irony if, after everything she's been through, she found herself laid low by the common cold. The thought has Fei laughing softly to herself as she wanders across the meadow, aimless save for the need to keep moving and to remain in the light.


f e i
ten years - 18 hands - white percheron mixed draft mare - setsu



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