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[Corin]

He walks towards the Tundra like he was meant to be here all along. He knows nothing about this place, as he knows nothing about much of Beqanna, but he is determined to learn and to fit in. Corin will never really fit in - he is striped and he is gold and neither of those things are too common, even in this land of magic and mystery - but he doesn’t want to stick out more than he has to.

He stops, looking around, wide eyes taking in everything they can. There is a sky-scraper-high wall of thick ice in front of him, stretching either side of him, and he can only see one small chink in the wall. He heads towards it, keeping his head low but still marching forward. He can’t show weakness; someone told him that, once, and he sticks to it as best he can.

The cold settles around him as soon as he passes through the wall; his breath is white, and the wind nips at his ears. It’s not painful, though, but he knows winter is just around the corner and this land will be more frozen than it already appears to be. He thinks, just for a second, that maybe this wasn’t the best choice. Then again, if he can survive here, he can survive anywhere.

Finding a clearing, the gold striped stallion lifts his head. He doesn’t call out, there’s no need - he can see several horses looking at him already. Corin waits, patiently, to see who will be the first to greet him.