Pink eyes stung in the frigid wind as the mare squinted, pushing forward. It had not snowed for quite some time, but the temperature kept everything glazed with a crunchy top coat of frost and ice. Paths often became slippery and difficult to navigate, with hooves slipping into nooks and crannies more easily than before, and with dirt being more difficult to find than ever. Her small bat-like wings atop her head were nestled in her hair, and her large ears were pinned to her head in an attempt to keep the circulation in them from seizing. Vir, the snake so methodically attached to the mare, or as some would see as a parasite, was wrapped tightly around the mare's body, unimpressed entirely with the situation. While she felt the need to push on during the bitter night, he bid her to settle down and curl up some place sheltered and out of the horrid wind. Gogol grunted gently at the growing hisses emitted by the serpent, and rolled her eyes. "Shush, shush. We will stop soon. Now stop that wretched noise!"
