Life on Mars
06-19-2020, 02:46 AM
The river was too wide, too deep; the current too strong for the winter winds to freeze the deep blue waters into a cloudy blue. Unfortunately, it only meant it was freezing as hell, and the yearling did well to keep her distance. The river was Malalia's favorite haunting place, excepting the willows, and so it was no wonder she found herself walking along its banks now, her mind murky, her tail drooping straight down. Aslatiel surely hated her guts. Sirius had bombarded her with taking Zee on vacation, however soon that was. Azure had actually apologized to her... bearing in mind a very loose definition of an apology. What was the world coming to?
Beats me. It was an honest effort, the attempt she made to shelve her worries and carry on, business as usual. But something was itching under her skin, and she simply had to leave before it crawled right up out of her.
The walk to the river was a familiar one, a path trod dozens of times. In warmer weather, there might be cattails and other plant life, green green green, sprouting up on the riverside, but the earth was covered in snow, the leftover growth the color of straw. She picked her way across the pass, pads crunching in the snow, the rhythm ceasing as the sight and scent of another washed over her. The young man was sitting at the fork of the waters, casting his gaze in either direction. Was he trying to find which way to go?
Malalia dropped her rump to the ground a respectable distance away, head dipping back towards her own home. "East is a good a choice as any," she offered. "Beaches are closer. Plus, we've got hot springs."