| Speechless Snow |

[ixion]

It was times like these, mid-winter, when the small white Arabian thought that she was encased in a snow globe. The ivory white puffballs fell silently on her already stained white pelt. Lifting her muzzle to glance at the dark grey sky, she breathed in, taking in the silence that took her in.

Breathing out, her freckled pelt shivered lightly. Arabians, the great poineers of the desert, were not built to live in the freezing winters of snow and ice. Her dainty grey hooves pitter-patted in the ivory, and she picked up a lofty jog, and swung her head, her golden mane dancing along her arched neck. Her nares were flared, taking in the scents that were hidden beneath the snow. When she was younger, she and her brother, Kon, danced and played in the snow flurries, and at night, they stole away to there thicket, were there flea bitten grey dam laid, opening a world of warmth as they nustled near her pelt.

But now, with both her mother and brother dead, Namine wandered alone. She had no true purpose, living with the wind in her blonde mane and the sun on her sloped back. Slowing her gait again, she closed her eyes, her chocolate orbs now hidden. She halted totally, and let the wind take her tassels as they billowed around her fawn-like frame. Sighing, taking in air, she arched her neck and whuffled light, blowing breath out her nares, like small clouds. She watched as her breath faded away, and it reminded her of how her own life was slowly fading. At a meer six, she was growing weaker, and scavenging for roots and dead grass in Belle Valle did not fill her stomach.

She opened her eyes, and looked out to the horizon, as if she could make out the frame of a stallion. A rescuer, perhaps.

[.r e e d.]

Aro will come and save her! :3 He won't make her a brood. ;] Just a member or a babysitter. It doesn't really matter which one. :3