EAT SNOW
She had almost completely forgotten about Lyonovei in her delirious craving for a snow day. Long legs were taking bounding strides across the landscape as she high tailed it in a vaguely northern direction. She wanted to be drowning in the snow, up to her elbows in the frigid white stuff. So, she knew the only place to go for that was as far north as she could get before Lyon found her and reamed her out for running off again. Tongue lolled from her maw in childish glee as she loped across the frost bitten terra. Stones bit into the pads of her feet every now and again, but she didn't care. She was going where the snow was, and she didn't care what it took to get there. The steel babe needed the snow, like a drowning sailor needed air. It was winter, and her island home wasn't about to give her buckets and buckets of the floating flakes. She didn't even notice the frozen lake approaching, her single track mind was too busy filling her body with a sense of zero gravity ecstasy as she found herself being kissed by lazily falling snow. Too late she saw the arching pillars of ice, and by then she was skidding across ice. There was a vague sense of terror, but it was consumed by the wondrous feeling of flying. A peal of laughter flew from her lips, while she skidded gracelessly across the ice. Of course, the massive archways made of solid ice rearing up before her were about to be a serious problem, and there was no way she was going to get around them. Her delighted laughter soon turned to a horrified shriek, and no sooner did it echo across the landscape than she collided with a pillar. At least she'd been slowing down before that happened. A loud groan escaped her lungs, what was left of her air coming out with a series of coughs. Falling heavily backward and away from her newfound foe, she lay on her back and let herself see stars. That wasn't nearly as much fun as it could have been. Mismatched gems fell shut, brows drawn together as she whined pitifully about her predicament. Now her head hurt. How was she supposed to enjoy the snow if she couldn't see past the throbbing in her skull? The answer to that was, she wouldn't. Forelegs folded loosely against her chest, she simply let herself be the lump of wolf she was and waited for the pain to subside. Mostly her chest and face hurt, having crashed directly into the ice pillar at a little faster than her usual trotting speed. Slowly, the patchwork of pretty colours on the insides of her eyelids faded, and she heard less of the ringing in her ears. The sting in her chest became a dull burn, which would lessen with movement, she figured. "Note to self," She muttered, flopping over onto her side. "be careful of frozen lakes. Especially the ones that fight back." She sighed, getting back to her feet laboriously. Under her toes, pulses of light were marking her place. A soft sound of awe escaped her, and she grinned. How cool was this?! She bounded forward a ways, watching the ice light up every time her paws landed. The need for abundant snow was forgotten, her mind consumed by this new finding. |