say you'll remember me; any

[maeko]

maeko;

say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your
W I L D E S T D R E A M S...

tag: KRONK

Maeko took another quick, but refreshing drink from the small hole in the frozen lake. She figured she would have to enjoy it while she could, for eventually the hole would freeze once more and well, she might not be so lucky as to have a bit of help to break through the ice next time. She’d been tempted to chew on some of the bits of ice still lingering in the opening to the water below, but after getting a small shard in her mouth and feeling like a popsicle trying to chew it seemed to deter her. She’d suffice with nibbling on snow if she needed to. Snow melted quicker than ice.

As her head then rose up from the water, she was keen enough to notice that he’d been babying his one limb, favoring the other just slightly. Ears perked, recalling that he’d used the same hoof to break the ice. "You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” she asked out right. She’d of course feel a bit bad if he had done a number on himself for her, a stranger to him. He could take the high road and lie, say it was nothing and that he was fine; as long as he didn’t mind lying to her. But since when did a little white lie hurt anyone?

The lass then made a bit of a chuckle at his words, his joke being well received remarkably enough. Although she didn’t consider herself a lady who had her mind two steps into the gutter on anything, she could appreciate the jape well enough. Thank her brothers, wherever they may be. ”Yellow snow’s the thing to look out for,” she replied while a grin turned up the sides of her muzzle. "I pity the fool who takes a bite out of that by accident.” She winced internally at the thought; she could only imagine what it would’ve tasted like, and the only thing that came to mind was gross.

The topic of food piqued her interest a bit, though not surprisingly his words were met with a face of bewilderment. "Grass, clover? Growing in the dead of winter? How’ve you managed that?” she asked, genuinely curious. Needless to say, the idea of lush grass and sweet clover to nibble on in the middle of winter was a welcome dream. For it couldn’t be true, now could it?

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