Freya yawned as she pulled herself from the shelter of the overhanging rocks in which she had spent the night beneath. The sky outside was dreary and grey and only the overcast sunlight managed to peek through. The large mare sighed. Another gloomy day filled with rain and chill. Not that she didn't like the chilly weather. Up near the mountains, the air always held the promise of rain, and as it got colder, snow. Many Soquili had already left the mountains in search of warmer climates in the valleys and meadows. However, she couldn't bring herself to leave the mountains. For one, the mate of her heart resided here, and though he could survive in the warmer climates, it brought him no pleasure.
Letting out another yawn, Freya slowly made her way out into the dreary morning, her hoofsteps heavy and her mood equally so.
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