[[For Polar and Moi]]
The white coat of a well-built stallion entered an open glade, his pale form almost reflecting the light of the silvery moon. His cold eyes moved over the lands as they traveled over to the small stream that ran through the middle. The main attraction, he stretched his wings for momentarily walking towards the cool waters. He assumed the waters were cold after all, the breeze was chilly. A light snow fall had started and the flakes were landing in his braids dappling them. He let out a soft breath and watched as it fogged the air. It was a nice night, though it was snowing and there was a small breeze the coolness didn’t seem to bother him. He took a step back and arched his neck to quench his growing thirst. He wondered if anyone else ever traveled out this late, he wouldn’t think so. It was probably very early morning, around oneish perhaps. He did not know, but it was so calm and peaceful it was very…relaxing.
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