Ugh, the snow again. Honestly, the tiny girl feels like it was only yesterday it was spring and the snow had melted away. Time flies, apparently. She's bigger now than she was last winter, but not by much. If one were to measure her, she'd come out at about twenty-six inches. Still not quite full height for the young falabella, but almost. Never would she be the height of the other horses in Beqanna, or even the height of the ponies that also reside here. Buuut, luckily for her, she still is completely unaware of the difference in her size and theirs, nor would she really care if she did. Right now, she is only aware of the fact that the meadow is coated once again in this thick and icy cold blanket of white that comes up almost to her shoulders.
She grunts a bit as she hops out of a snowy mound and lands into another. "Pffft!" She is bored, clearly. Her knees are now bent so that her face (always a baby face, even though she is passed the baby phase), is level with the surface of the powdery substance. The cold overwhelms her little nostrils and so she snorts, sending bits flying up and outward. At least the sky is not adding to the banks at present, although the clouds (shades of gray and swirly kind of like her coat) do linger in foreboding of more to come later. They hide the sun, but trap in the air, so that at least it isn't so freezing cold. She is grateful for the stillness of this day, as the previous night and been a bit breezy. The biting winds had sunk their fangs and claws down passed her thick, fluffy coat, chilling the girl to her bones. She had curled up in her hollowed tree spot in the forest, which had helped to block the wind flow, but had still made sleeping hard. It'd been a rare moment that Smidge wished she had someone to cuddle with and help her stay warm.
As per her usual, the silver grullo varnish sabino girl wanders the meadow alone, somewhat frolicking in the snow. Unlike her usual, however, she doesn't play pretend. Today, she is just Smidgen, and she wonders who she might meet; if she might make another new friend. E could always use more of those. Which reminds her, she's supposed to make a journey over to the place called Taiga, the foresty place her good friend (best friend?), Gyps, had called home. She wonders how the black and blues lady is doing, and realizes she kinda misses her. She even alters her direction, deciding she might as well begin now. But it would take time to get there, probably longer for her than most, but details. She certainly wouldn't mind some company in the meantime.
Smidgen!
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