The days grew longer it seemed as the nights grew shorter. Spring stretched her long weaving fingers to bask in the glory of summer. The birds were alive and happy as the trees flourished with fruits and greens.
The ice mare walked slowly in this building heat fearing she would literally melt from its intense gaze. Her hooves didn't even sink into the earth below her but remained more solid than she was used to.
Seeking shelter she stood under a large willow tree grumbling as the shadow of the tree protected her. Mane and tail as soft as silk glided over her withers and rump like falling water to the shore below. She longed for Euphoria's reassurance promising she never would take off like she did previously. Though the mountains called from so very far away they missed a soul whom could hear them sing in the Glory of winter's grace.
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