07-24-2016, 03:06 AM
ROMEK
The Tundra is bleak and might as well be sunless in the winter. Fortunately, a thick winter coat is coming through at last. It is only the beginning of the winter, though, and Romek hates to imagine how cold it will be in the middle of it. It is the complete opposite to his birth home in pretty much every way, but that’s how he wants it. He hasn’t come here to be reminded at every turn (although it looks like that is what he is going to get anyway – although the scars on his shoulders had faded away at the Fairy’s words, the scars inside weren’t so quick to dissipate).
He is musing on this as he comes across a small, soaked bundle, folded up on the frozen floor, covered by a deepening layer of snow. At first he thinks that she is dead, but its ears twitch at his tentative ‘hello?’ A live child, being buried under the snow. The spotted stallion has always had a huge soft spot for children. He tries to paw away the snow from her body but his hooves are just too big and he is worried about squashing her. He noses it away instead, breathing hot breath on her body, trying to warm her up.
”How did you end up here, kid?” he says, although it’s more to keep her focused and awake than to engage her in conversation. ”It’s probably not the best place to come for a sunbathe, eh?” and in this way he continues to wipe the snow off her, nudging her firmly, trying to get her to stand up, or do anything. He folds his legs and lays down next to her, shuffling as close as possible, trying to warm her up with his own body heat. Other than that, there’s not much he can do.
He is musing on this as he comes across a small, soaked bundle, folded up on the frozen floor, covered by a deepening layer of snow. At first he thinks that she is dead, but its ears twitch at his tentative ‘hello?’ A live child, being buried under the snow. The spotted stallion has always had a huge soft spot for children. He tries to paw away the snow from her body but his hooves are just too big and he is worried about squashing her. He noses it away instead, breathing hot breath on her body, trying to warm her up.
”How did you end up here, kid?” he says, although it’s more to keep her focused and awake than to engage her in conversation. ”It’s probably not the best place to come for a sunbathe, eh?” and in this way he continues to wipe the snow off her, nudging her firmly, trying to get her to stand up, or do anything. He folds his legs and lays down next to her, shuffling as close as possible, trying to warm her up with his own body heat. Other than that, there’s not much he can do.
the wanderer