Desolate Blizzard

The wind was picking up, especially as he delved higher and higher. He found himself on a wide ledge, high enough in the mountain that the snow had gotten as deep as his hocks in places, especially where the wind had pushed it into drifts.

He was contemplating turning back when a voice made him turn a lot quicker, complete with a slight stumble as he caught himself and rebalanced. He peered out and down to find a familiar figure. His tail, wind-buffeted and whipped, forced against the breeze as it wagged, his usual grin taking over as he called out to the girl.

“Lia! How’ve you been?”

It was good to see her, distant as she was down the trail. Grinning, he waited for her to catch up. After the bleak lifelessness of the surroundings, it was a relief to see another living thing. It was a pity he’d forgotten to bring what he’d been working on along. Then again, it wasn’t finished.

Another light jolt of pain brought a soft hiss through his teeth, but he rode it out as he looked around at the desolate world the mountain had made for itself. He wasn’t sure how Ashen and the Armada could stand to live so close to that which had wrought such devastation, and could very well do so again.

“It’s good to see you.” And he meant it.

Word Count: 234
Total: 820

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think