lovingly shall nestle near

Ever Mayawyn · 02-04-2011, 08:56 PM

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Pre dated; early morning of Feb. 6
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She was nearly up to her knees in snow, and it was still coming down. The roof of their home had barely managed to stay attached against the roaring winds of last night. Even though the gusts had subdued substantially, the temperatures were below freezing and the frigidness caused an uncomfortable stiffness in her bones.

As usual, Ever had to stick to her pack duties, even if that meant getting up in the numbing winter mornings. Reluctantly, the silver girl slid out from under the warmth of the covers and was instantly exposed to the cold. She could feel her teeth chattering and lethargically wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Still unwillingly, Ever padded over to her chest of clothes and easily pushed aside the thinner fabrics and settled on a newer tightly knit sweater dress that hung just enough for freedom of movement. The window above the bed in her and Ezra’s room rattled nervously against the snow flurries that brushed its surface. A concerned expression adorned her young face as ocean eyes rested upon the sleeping form of her mate. She let a few minutes pass by as she watched his side rise and fall in even, sleeping breaths. The blanket on his shoulder quivered with the disturbance in the air.

Her sigh spiraled out her mouth and turned into a sickly fog that mingled with the snowflakes falling as soon as she stepped outside. She struggled to get the door closed behind the mound of snow that made the bottom of her paws burn. Ever was defiantly not a fan of shoes at all and refused to wear anything on her feet even in the coldest of weathers. The girl snuggled Ezra’s scarf closer to her mouth and breathed as deeply as she could with the chill of the air seeping in her lungs.

Saphraine was still close even though most of the woods had lost its earthy green shades. Ever nearly ran to him in an effort to get off the frozen ground. She lifted her legs above the snow, mesmerized by the sensation of the turf against her skin. It was soft like silk and powdery like sand. The feeling of it surging across her silver fur was like the pleasant caressing of a blanket rolling across her thigh. Yet, she still was glad when her stallion’s warm body heat was once again placed under her seat.

She had really never ridden in snow before. Patches were not as hard to trot through as a foot of snow that seemed to tangle everything and make the whole territory hazy with a white-like film. They took it slow together, both battling the cold and occasional flurries that crept up behind them. Flakes were falling again with more reoccurrences than the morning. Barely enough light filtered between the snow laden branches that bent under the weight. It was still early and already the weather had rejected to slow its pace. Each step sent them sinking into the white blanket.

Ever urged her companion to take each step more carefully after one of his strides had taken both of them into a drift. She brushed away some snow on her legs and untangled some ice from his silk of a mane, still hearing his frightened neigh when they went down. Several times the thought of turning back occurred but by now they were too close to the stables to change her mind. The horses would need extra feed to keep their body heat up enough but not too much for them to gain more weight since she and Saphraine would most likely remain the only ones crazy enough to venture in the growing storm.

She kept imagining the tattered building in the distance only to see the crowding of flakes space out from the oddly similar appearance of the barn. The girl started to feel uneasy. Shouldn’t they have arrived already? Ever looked down and noticed the shaking in her legs, focused over the painfully heavy look of the stallion’s golden hoof drowning in the resting snow. But before she could notice the awkwardly thin line of slush above a steep slope, she could feel Saphraine shudder violently below her. Ever gripped his mane shakily and their connection caused her to feel the way his hooves failed to make contact with ground, the screeching whine that escaped his mouth in a frightening whinny, and the slipping of his balance on the hidden ice before his body was forced into a rear backwards down the slope.

And then nothing. Ever couldn’t feel anything at all. Not the stinging of the tiny snowflakes or the contrasting warmth of her horse’s body against her. Nothing. But the floating feeling lapsed as quickly as it had been drawn on her and suddenly the girl could feel the cold ground come up fast and hit her achingly. She lay limp in the snow as she dropped in and slid down the hill side. Flashing colors of Saphraine golden legs could be seen out of the corner of her eye but Ever couldn’t look very hard past the black dancing spots. She focused on a sharp throbbing in her wrist that seemed to grow the farther she went down the slope. Black dots mingled with the twirling flakes that danced in the sides of her vision when she finally came to rest on the bottom. Her mind swam and the pain rushed to her head and engulfed her in unconsciousness.

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