[private] waking up to ash and dust

[Mazikeen]

Mazikeen is curled up in a tree as a white squirrel when she hears someone stomping around on the ground through the snow. She’s been hiding from a rather frantic mother black squirrel that kept trying to usher her into a squirrel nest (this is the last time she ever choses this form, she thinks). But, thankfully, that real squirrel was gone now and she could peek down to see a colt moving around dramatically and sighing as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Well, time to go see what’s up with this! She scurries down the tree and as soon as the snow swallows up her squirrel-shape she’s back to being Mazikeen-the-filly and she wastes no time in going over to investigate this strange stranger. He’s a little older than her, but that doesn’t stop her - he might be older but he isn’t acting like an adult and that makes him one of her kind. You’re either an adult or a potential friend, Mazikeen hasn’t yet bothered to sort the world into shades of grey. For her it is as simple as the white and black markings on her coat - though her black markings look dull compared to the soul-sucking black of the colt that she approaches. Perhaps that’s why she really comes over - her orange eyes bright and curious as she comes to stand in a small snowbank. He fits the black and white world she lives in so perfectly as he stands there in the snow. She knows what question she wants to ask but she takes some care to not let the words come out too bluntly. “Are you the one that was sighing?” She asks as though she hadn't been hiding out nearby as a squirrel, watching. “What’s up your butt?” Alright, so the tone isn’t blunt but the words themselves might be - she hasn’t quite perfected the art of conversation yet.

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@[Larrikin] I hope she's okay!! <3