Marzanna was stiff, every bit of her. An ache in her hips and back, the swim having drained her of nearly everything. Winter's embrace wasn't far off, and she knew what that meant. Though she came alive in the cold, there was something different about this year. Unprotected. Unattended. No one to keep their watchful eye on her-- perhaps that's what she prefers. She can't help her lonesome nature, though she knows just how dangerous it could be. Enough to grip at her chest, enough to drag her through the motions. Finding somewhere to be-- that would be more difficult. Marzanna is accustomed to a shadowed lack of belonging.
The Meadows are quiet. This time of year would bring mud and things far worse, and she knows well enough to stay away. Instead, the girl lurks among the treeline. Trying to shake the seawater from her pale coat, an effort to repel the cold. Fading into the treeline at its edge, trying to use the scrubby conifers for some break from the wind. Vulnerable, though she wouldn't admit that. Not to anyone watching. Though the sun hung high, she had a limited amount of time with the daylight. The hours would only grow shorter as autumn wore on, and as it became more dangerous in her current condition. Her vision was poor, and not knowing this area would only make life more difficult.
Marzanna can't afford fear. No, only preparedness. She would learn this place in time.
4 years. czech warmblood x. grey (blue roan) tobiano snowcap w/birdcatcher spots. 14.0.
like atlas with the burden of faith
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