He had never been miserable in the cold. His thick ink and paper coat had always served him well when the wind and ice had nipped at the bones of others. He also had the advantage of the thick down of his feathered wings to trap the warm air of his body and hold it close with effortless ease. He has always felt most comfortable amidst the ice and snow, the shag to his coat and thick frozen tangles of his mane and tail attesting to that.
Today he finds himself trudging through the relatively deep banks left behind from last night’s flurries, the flakes melted against his heat and refroze the long hairs of his fetlocks together as he walked. He stopped here and there to uncover bits of frozen greenery to lip at, but his mind was on other things as of late, though his condition did not suffer. He was, as ever, a healthy horse.
He has seen oddities in these lands before, hell, not so long ago he met a woman who was also a rabbit. She’d been a shock. He himself wasn’t exactly normal, but as a general rule there were three things most Beqannans had in common; the first and foremost being that they were all of average horse height. Few strayed far from the average 15 hands. He was no exception. This is why she catches his attention, at first he thinks her a newborn foal struggling through the snow on new legs, though this is inherently wrong in his mind as it is not yet the season for foals. Upon closer inspection, he finds that the silvery girl is not a babe, but is simply quite small. And frankly, quite adorable. He approaches following along to the side as she moves, his steps slowed to match pace with her struggles. He smiles, a genuine smile, filled with a quiet calm he hasn’t felt in a long time. ”Hello” he says simply. ”I’d be happy to lay a path for you wherever you’re heading, that looks exhausting.” he offers amicably. After all, those long thick legs were good for something, they’d had plenty of practice plowing through the snow. ”I’m Uconn.”
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