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 Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 5:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2015 6:00 pm
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As the day dragged on, it only seemed to become more and more depressing. The air was rigid and still, but bitterly cold. Trees shed themselves of their leaves, leaving only their bare skeleton. Flowers had begun to wither, unable to withstand the weather, and the fallen leaves were brown and dry, making loud and audible ‘crunch’ sounds when stepped on. It was on a day like this where the black and green stallion could not help but find myself standing in the small forest, feeling not only lost, but also unusually surly.
He definitely wasn’t the type to get mopey but… This weather was insufferable for him. Maybe it’s because I’m not used to it yet, he thought to himself. Except it had sprung up on him; he could still remember enjoying the comforts of fall only weeks prior. He glanced towards the sky. It was a grayish color – clear, without a single cloud to be seen, nor the sun. He felt cold. And miserable. Mostly cold. Shivering, the stallion tucked his wings against his body, desperately seeking some form of warmth. The weather had shifted to the colder temperatures faster than he had anticipated. It was without a doubt that winter was finally settling in and at an accelerated pace than previous seasons, and unfortunately for Vernandi, he was not a fan of it. He enjoyed the heat of the summer – feeling the sun beat on his back. He enjoyed the trees being full of leaves and the abundance of fruit hanging from the flora. Winter was just so…barren.
Cocking his head back to steal a peek at his back, he watched the small black and pink fuzz ball that resided on his back most of the time. His mouse companion, fondly nicknamed Bud was curled up against his wing, shivering just as he was. He felt bad for the poor critter. “Ah, Bud, hang in there. I’ll get you a little blanket or something to snuggle under from one of those two leggers,” he said softly to the mouse, cooing at her. Through thick and thin, she had been his companion and friend he could always depend on through it all. It was only right to take care of her as a result. Mulling over his options, he wondered whether or not he should take a break from the traveling and find a spot to turn into a makeshift camp – that way he could find some non-dead grass to nibble on and position himself in a way that would allow the mouse to warm up a little. “Better yet, why don’t we rest up over yonder? Help you warm up a little. What do you think, hm?” He hear the mouse squeak her approval.
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