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[Kreios]

frozen poniessss

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash I don’t come to the Meadow often, but when I do it is almost always in winter. There is something about snow that I cannot shake, despite my love for the ever-present heat of the places that I choose to live. I have too many fond memories of a snow covered Dale to leave behind the winter entirely. And so from time to time – on days like today – I wander through the freshly fallen snow for an hour or two, and then return to the warmth and glow of my orange canyons. I am turning towards home when I hear the crack, and it takes a moment for me to recognize it for what it is. Shattering ice, and from not so terribly far away. Perhaps a branch had fallen into the river, I think, or maybe spring is coming early and the ice has started to melt. It’s not until I see someone emerge from the river do I realize that it had been a someone and not a something that has fallen into the water. The other horse is quite a distance from me, and despite my size and strength the snow is deep and it takes some time to reach her. She’s not moving when I arrive, but I bump my pale muzzle against her shoulder, hoping to rouse her. There is ice in her coat, and while I am inexperienced with winter dangers I do know that this is not safe. With a frown of concentration, the short summer hair coat that I keep year round changes. It grows longer and darker, a dense silver-brown. I do not need such a thick coat for my brief wanderings, but since my adventure in the Quest Forest I’ve had a set of changeable feline qualities, one of which includes the thick winter coat of a lynx. Pondering for just a moment, I fold my legs and lie down in the snow beside the chestnut horse, pressing my side against her back and laying my now thickly-furred neck across her body. I’m not sure how much I can help, possessing only a normal equine temperature, but at least she’ll have my body heat. “Can you hear me?” I ask, trying again to nudge her shoulder. “You need to wake up. It’s too cold.”