01-05-2016, 10:23 AM
baby, you were born to sparkle
Ok so let's get this straight. When you're around a whole two-three years old and you're going along your merry way (which is quite warm and pleasant and filled with sunshine) and suddenly a frozen tree limb comes smashing and splintering to the ground you're bound to about damn lose your mind.
And that just about what happens.
Lips drew cool water in daintiest of sips when the water became FREEZING. Imo lifts her head in surprise, droplets falling away just as frost slithered across the water and then -crash!-. She about jumps out of her skin and shock only to meet the gaze of a granite colored stallion. Ice surrounds him like a cloak, a trail, and frozen embrace. The girl can not help but watch with wide, wide eyes. She doesn't notice the exhale of her breathes forming small frosted clouds. She can only stare at the pit-less pools. Deep and sinister. They take in her form and hold it there.
She swallows slowly.
Uh oh
"Um, h-hello." That's all she can really come up with honestly. What else should she say? Hi you're a pony-sicle? No, no. Not the brightest thing to say to someone who is clearly changing the environment around them because he is only a few paces away from putting her in his surroundings and a frozen Imo is not on today's agenda. Limbs finally get it together and she takes a step in reverse, his chill causing her tiny shiny scales to shiver and cloud with frost.
imogin