The stallion circled the snowy plains high above the ground, his glistening black eyes stinging from the frigid wind which carried him. It was quite a sight, really. The ground below was covered with frost, and perhaps a thin layer of snow, which sparkled in the sunlight rather beautifully. Even the nasty old Kalona had to admire it between his thoughts. Nothing seemed to move except for a few scattered trees, naked and swaying from the brisk wind. The sounds of them creaking and their branches slapping together amidst the rush of air was somehow relaxing, even high above them.
Haborym's nostrils flared, picking up the scent of something below. His nearly blind eyes squinted in an attempt to locate the horse associated with it. Unable to see anything, he dove closer, gliding above the land with ease, all of his senses working together to make up for his eye sight.
