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Omusa hadn't been in the lands for long, and the winter had come more quickly than he'd anticipated. The stallion was hoping to be settled and have a shelter by the time the first storm hit, but the storm had come and gone, and another, and another. He sighed at the snow, trudging along dismally through the cold. The sun was little help with the cold, as the frigid winds tore at his hair and deepened the pink on his muzzle. His fetlocks had formed ice balls and the tip of his tail had knotted itself together in a similar predicament. It seemed as if warming up was going to be near impossible, and he desperately wished for one of the blankets he'd seen others wearing just days before. Such is life.

Samnie had ventured away from her home in hopes of finding new friends to bring back with her. It had really become quite lonely at her teepee since all her friends had left for various reasons. The hardest had been when Mehira left her to be with new friends in the deep seas. The tiny mare had cried that day. That was some time ago now though, so she felt better. This is why she had began her trip and ended up caught in several winter storms. Freezing to the bone, the Usida made a makeshift hovel from some leaves under a tree and tried to warm up there. Hopefully this newest storm would pass soon and she would be able to make her way more towards home.

The naturally colored stallion shivered desperately in the freezing winds. He was trying his best to stay in the evergreens, which would help to block the gusts of ice and snow, but they seemed few and far between. It probably would have made the most sense to stop and set up camp somewhere, but as he had no food and no belongings to make a camp with, he settled with staying on the move. He secretly wished he could meet a fire 'suti to clear out some ground and start him a fire. He had heard magical stories of the specie, and he'd even been that they can control the weather, and a fire 'suti could certainly warm things up enough for him to not catch hypothermia.

The black and white mare shivered violently as she watched her surroundings. Her pale eyes barely able to make anything out in the snow. Her little hovel was doing little to help warm her, but it was better than being in the open winds and snow. It was not too terribly long before a brown stallion came into her field of vision. Was he trapped like her in this endless battering of storms? Or was he out and about from a close by teepee or village? Hope filled her little body as she called out to him. "Hello!" Her voice was weak and most likely did not reach him. She shifted around and feebly tried to stand. "Hellooo!" She tried to call out louder in hopes that her voice would eventually reach him.