The Hills Have Eyes | Snow

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Miesque & Sari

The winter chill was already here. It gripped at the mare, seeping deep within and seeming to gnaw on her very bones. Miesque couldn’t remember it being this cold at this time of the year for a quite a while. And it was disturbing to think that, if already this bad, what it would be like in just a month or so. Would there be snow up to her knees? Would she have to teach her daughter how to dig through many feet of the nasty, frozen substance just to get a bite to eat? The mare hadn’t expected or prepared for her only child to go through such hardships early on in life. She had simply prayed for a mild winter. Maybe today was just a blip? The weather’s fluke attempting to fool everyone? She could only hope. At least her daughter, thicker in bone and even skin than her, didn’t seem substantially phased by it.

Sari had been born in winter, though it had never been as icy as this. With every one of her steps, the blades of grass beneath her ever growing hooves crackled just the slightest. Even with the sun high in the sky, she was still cold. Though most her age would whine and complain to their mothers about the weather, Sari instead took it all in stride. It seemed as if, no matter how freezing it already was, her body could easily handle it so far. Perhaps that was thanks in part to her father, whom had graced her with much of his bulkier build. At just under a year, she was already nearly as tall as her slender dam. “Mamma, why are we out here?” she questioned the older horse walking a bit ahead of her with the usual flick of her ever moving tail.

Miesque threw a quick glance over her shoulder at the sound of her daughter’s voice, though hadn’t actually caught the words. It had grown typical of Sari to mumble at times. It was a trait that Miesque, being the ‘elitist’ she was, didn’t admire about her daughter. But she usually didn’t scold her about it, either. She’d take and love her daughter no matter what. All she had to do now was teach her only child, currently still going through a bit of an awkward stage, how to be a real mare. She wasn’t sure if Zeph would approve of her mothering skills, though. And speaking of which, she couldn’t find him. It’s the reason they were out in the plains, climbing rolling hill after rolling hill. It had been a few days since the mare had seen him, which was a bit worrisome. How hard could it be to find a huge black and white stallion against a backdrop of dying grass?

With a little huff, she took in the air around her and caught the scent of another horse. It wasn’t Zeph, but it was someone. Maybe, considering her living heater wasn’t around, she’d find someone else to warm her up. “Come along, darling!” she called to Sari before trotting off in elegant strides. Sari flicked her tail and followed suit.

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ALPSO.

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Living the life of a bachelor had its perks. All the beautiful mares he came across all offered their own experience. Each was different, in their own way. Sure, personality wise, most were the same -- they all seemed to have or be a type, and it was something he quickly learned from. Alpso found that he could easily become that "type" most of the mares around here sought after, though it wasn't exactly difficult considering most of the mares who came into the bachelor lands sought out the first impressive stallion they came across. Of course, he was really fond of those types of mares.

But here, this place was a bit different. A bit more exotic. And that was something Alpso also liked. He liked the experience. He liked meeting mares, not just for their "fun times", but to actually get to know some. He was a stallion, sure, but the cremello knew how to control himself when he needed to. Alpso remembered back when he met a mare that reminded him of his sister. That mare, she was someone he didn't want to forget -- she was someone who made him disheartened when he did forget her. Only her personality, and the conversation, and her eyes were all that remained of the mare who resembled his darling Xeri. He'd not seen neither that mare, nor his sister, in quite some time. Too much time to really know how long it'd been, really.

Hopefully he would come across one of them today. It was a slim chance, but.. he could dream, couldn't he? Alpso had let his sister have her freedom, something she'd desired for most of the time he'd been around her. When they were separated from their family, he knew his sister was sad but also knew there was a need that was fulfilled in being free from them. She'd finally had a taste of freedom, and from then on he knew it would only be a matter of time before she desired more than just a mere taste. And when the day came that she did, he knew he'd need to let her go. It wouldn't be right to cage her, to keep her from what she craved. It hurt him, of course, to let her go -- but he also knew she would return one day. He knew that she knew he loved her, and trusted she would be fine on her own. He'd miss her, but Alpso knew it was for the best. The best thing for his little sister.

The mare he'd met not too long after had a similar craving. She was a bit flighty, a bit tense at times, but overall he was able to calm her down enough so that she was comfortable talking with him. He was with that mare for a few days, before she was pulled away by that merciless desire for freedom. Just when he'd really begun to become attached to her, too. It hurt, of course, but nothing like when he'd let his sister go. Again, he knew it was for the best. Perhaps she too would remember him one day, and return here in search of him. The stallion sighed softly, leaning down to uproot some grasses. His tail whisked around to his back softly, and his stomach grumbled a bit. After he finished grazing, he'd begin his patrol of the land where stallions and mares met. Perhaps she'd be here, today.

Alpso had sometimes been called a dreamer, though.

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