The wheel of the year cont8nued to turn the way it should. Winter was beginning to loosen it's grip on the land. It was enough that at least there wasn't ice clinging to the thicker coa Midas grew during cold months. He was grateful for that at the very least.
Grateful, too, for the warmth coming off the big stallion beside him. Yes, he'd take advantage of a little more protection on one side of him while he had it. He was no fool.
Midas took a deep, side-srretching breath, then let it out with a flap of his lips as he gave himself a good shake. "Spring is coming, Njal. Can't you smell it? There's green under the snow, just waiting. That's a good sign
. That means flowers, and mares with flowers in their manes. Fruit to share with a pretty mare. Soon it'll be warm enough to wade through the rivers..." The buckskin was clearly daydreaming aloud again.
Uta
