on a cold winter night

What if I was made for you and you were made for me
What if this is it, what if it's meant to be
What if I ain't one of them fools just playin' some game

I have to admit, if the white stuff called snow wasn't so cold... I might actually enjoy it. The charm I had received many moons ago tucked safely against my neck makes the cold a bit more bearable. At least the silver metal that encircles my ears and antlers was not as cold as ice or worse. My heavier build comes in handy now. My coat is thick, my father's draft blood showing clearly.

The darkness, well I never really have been to fond of the dark. I can't say i'm scared, I've been on my own to long to be afraid... At least, i'm not as afraid as I used to be. That is, until I wander into the Green Labyrinth. This place, it just sets me on edge. Whatever had happened to me at that last gathering seems to agree as my antlers light up in blue flame. Okay okay, maybe I am a bit scared.

But who could blame me? I'm a young filly, alone, in the middle of the night walking in almost pitch black with just the sound of snow crunching under me. Wait... I stopped moving a couple minutes ago... But I still hear the snow crunching.... The fog masks anything to far out from me, the little light my antlers give off. My breath comes out in short puffs as I try to decide if i'm going to run, or fight....

talk talk talk

Sapphira

image credit to artdrauglis @flickr.com

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