The winter has brought with it many new and exciting experiences for the young filly to explore. This cold is more crisp and bitter than any she’s yet to experience, but somehow, she thrives in it.

Snowflakes cling to her lashes and the long whiskers that curl around her lips, illuminating her teeth-bared smile, jaw clenching in exhilaration as she surges forward. Spindly legs work hard to push through the powdery snow, sending clouds of white flying every which way and marking her path with haphazard impressions in her wake.

Cresting the top of a hill that has been deeply blanketed, Mila celebrates her triumph with a twisting buck and excited squeal from her freckled lips. Thrilled with the rush of adrenaline that sings in her veins, the girl rears. Striking out with her hooves, she mimics the mighty show of power she has seen from her father.

Satisfied with her own little victory, she drops her feet to the snow, sides heaving to catch her breath. She is barely aware that she has ventured from the Cove—her parents haven’t tried to curb her curiosity, and Mila doesn’t yet know the shadows that wait to punish her with consequences. So she continues on, bold and naïve, dancing further away from home.

ooc; For six and anyone who wants to jump in <33
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Mila

weanling | classic champagne roan tobiano | 16.3hh wfg | Solomon x Nadja | reli