[PRP-Solo] Lemon's Learnings

[StrawberryRoseTea]

This is a series of solo rp's for StrawberryRoseTea's Ciel d'or (Lemon). Please do not post unless invited.

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[StrawberryRoseTea]

Lemon's First Snow

Lemon had been restless that night. The weather had taken a turn for the colder and there was a strange smell in the air. A bite to it that she couldn't place. Though she had been born into a world of fall, watching the leaves turn colors and drop from where they had clung for the year, it was still odd to see the bare tree branches stark against the sky.

As the rest of her family settled for their nightly rituals the little filly excused herself and wandered off into the night. By this time her family had grown used to her nocturnal wanderings and didn't bother trying to stop her. Not that she was sure they would have tried to stop her to begin with anyway. It just hadn't been a risk she had been willing to take before. But now, now that she was growing in maturity and even a bit in size, she wasn't so worried about any confrontation that may have arisen.

As she meandered among the shadows of the trees she turned her eyes skyward. the moon was nearly full and cast bony shadows down through the naked tree branches. The cold air seemed to make the stars as sharp and hard as diamonds. Their silver light winked down at her in an almost mocking sort of way. Under her small hooves the dirt crunched as a thin layer of sparkling frost settled over it for the night. She still had mixed feelings over the way that the frost made the world look. It was too . . . whimsical. Like a sparkling fairy land. The first time it had frosted she had been convinced that her more artistic family had been playing a trick on her.

At the memory she snorted. It was cold enough that she could see her breath. She paused to watch the condensed air swirl away from her. While it may have been whimsical in appearance it was still a marvel of science, the way that temperature affected the different states of matter. The fact that such a reaction could be caused by the simple act of breathing was a marvel too her.

As she stood pondering her breath that was when the first snowflake drifted down and landed on her muzzle. The feather soft brush made her jump nearly out of her skin. She looked around with a furrowed brow trying to figure out where the fluffy white thing had come from. As she looked a second and then a third fell. Soon the air was full of swirling dancing feather like manifestations. That was when it dawned on her: this was some sort of precipitation. One that she had never seen before. She stared upward again and took note of the thick clouds that had rolled across the sky while she had been distracted.

It was slightly obnoxious the way the fluffy stuff clung to her eyelashes and she found herself shaking her head often. However, she was determined not to let the annoyance of mystery fluff precipitation deter her from her walk. As she meandered on, the fluff began falling thicker and thicker. When it began to coat her back she gave a little buck of irritation and dashed forward. This was rather annoying and she hoped it wasn't going to be a common occurrence. Finally giving up on her walk she found a good branchy overhang on an evergreen tree and settled to watch the fluff fall. Hoping to wait it out.

As she watched the falling swirl of white she found herself becoming hypnotized by its gentle swirling dance. Before the little filly knew it she had been lulled into a relaxed state. Without realizing what she was doing she laid down and fell into a relaxed sleep.

Lemon was awoken by the bright glint of the rising sun and the call of birdsong. Blinking the sleep from her eyes she found herself squinting against an annoying brightness. Once her eyes adjusted she looked around herself in awe. The white stuff had formed a thick shimmering layer over everything. The world was quiet and calm. The birds even seemed muffled. She found herself appreciating the serene beauty despite herself. Shaking off the distraction of this new experience of the world the filly realized that she really probably should head home.

When she stepped out into the white it made a satisfying crunch noise. Making a mental note that this stuff might not be so bad after all, Lemon set off for her family at an uncharacteristic perky high stepping trot.

WC: 763