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The cold air of the mountain... Yukiko wanted to think she had gone numb to it, but it wasn't the truth. She sought refuge in cave, one that she had called home now. The air was still cold, but the wind couldn't touch the small horse. The sun had set and the moon was probably high in the sky, and it didn't take long for the usdia to rest against the bedding she made and start to drift into her sleep.
Her dreams told a story of happier days, and she sought solace in them.