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 Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2014 12:00 am
 The grown was completely covered in the white powder of snow as the mare slowly made her way across the plain. With each step she took the ground crunch underneath her as the once long blades of glass that waved once in the summer breeze where a wheat like brown and bitter with ice. There was no doubt Brielle didn’t winter, there was no longer things of green, the lack of food, and most importantly there was an extreme lack of strawberries when it came to winter. Instead everything was almost the exact same color, white one white with only the dark color of tree bark to make some sort of difference. Even the sky was a white to almost grey color blending it as it met the snow along the horizon. There was also the constant feeling of cold lingering in the air, there were days where the sun would stretch out beyond the clouds warming the air a little but it was never the same.
Still, despite the depressing view, the mare was rather cheerful as a soft smile lingered on her muzzle as she kept her pace. Occasional she would sing, letting her voice drift as she would pause at times trying to think of words that rhymed or fit in her made up lyrics. Like always the song was about strawberries, their sweet taste and smell they were the perfect little berry! Even their little blossom flowers were really cute and the same color as the snow. That was right! The entire field Brielle thought pausing for a moment to look around, was like a field full of strawberry flowers or at least she could imagine it that way.
As she started walking again a flock of birds quickly darted from the ground and rose quickly into the air. “Sorry, I am sorry little ones! I don’t mean to scare you!” Brielle tried to do her best to follow after them, her apologies drifting on the wind as loose snow danced along the whipping breeze. They were soon out of her sight as she slowed down with little puffs of white coming from her labored breathing.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2015 8:50 pm
 The stallion picked his way through the unfamiliar terrain, listenng to the sound of frozen plants and snow crunch beneath his hooves. The cream and black stallion wasn't entirely accustomed to such bitter winters as happened this deep in the heartland; his mother's beloved ocean waters tended to keep their winters more mild, with less snow. They often had rain, and the winds could pick up and draw in the bitter cold tides, but there was rarely ice and rarer still snow. Oh, sure, the mountains often were blanketed come the winter months, and he played in the powder of the foothills while visiting his grandparents as a foal, but . . it was nothing like he experienced while exposed in the plains. His years wandering, finding himself, had been less about discovering him and more about discovering the peculiarities of weather.
He hoped this winter wasn't going to be too extreme, but it was also too early to say. It was cold, it was chilly, and Sunny was never one to think too far ahead. It wasn't snowing right now, so that was a good sign; and there were no bleak clouds that he could see. No, today was just another day. . . just another day for the stallion to reflect on his life choices, and where he was. He had no idea where he was, and often wondered on whether or not he'd ever run into his family. He had no idea where they were located, no idea where their ocean might be, and no idea whether or not he should go home. Sunny had set out to find himself, but unfortunately, he must have hidden himself very well because he had yet to discover what or who or where that might be. He really should have made some sort of plan or asked his siblings what they had found when they had left to discover themselves.. .
Who knew you had to go looking for such a thing?
So it was, the stallion continued to pick his way through the plains, hoping he might find some non-frozen treats on the way to self-discovery. A flock of birds flew overhead, but what was interesting was the sound of a voice,and movement. Sure enough,as he trotted up a small hill and snow drift, he found himself looking down at a splash of cream and brown color. There was a . . . a mare! A mare who was huffing and puffing and she seemed to have been running his way.
How splendid! Blue eyes brightened and he smiled wide. "Hello there," he greeted cordially, forgetting all about his quest or food. The large beast of a stallion began to pick his way forward, trying hard to look as friendly and non-intimidating as possible. Sometimes his horns were intimidating, and he didn't want to scare off a spot of company. "Are you all right, miss? Are you running from someone or something?" He wanted to help if she were in trouble because that's what you were supposed to do!
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