Using long graceful strokes of her wings she glided seemingly effortlessly across the meadow. Her hooves barely skimming the top of the sparkling clean white snow it furled up behind her like dust when you run down a dry dirt road. Occasionally just the tips of her wings would brush it as well leaving little dimples as well. Breathing in with a deep sigh she puffed put her chest and weaved this way and that.
WHUMP
Smack into a large pine tree head first she wobbled for a moment then ploped down into the snow with a little fluff of snow fanning up arround her.
"why do these trees keep jumping out at me." she said angrily.
((she's very near sighted and honestly believes Shes fine and trees really do just randomly pop out at her)))
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