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Patiently, she was waiting for the sun to set, for the tides of responsibility to receded and for the night to be hers alone for a while. Such thoughts were wishful, this much she knew and while they were the thoughts of whimsy she knew them to be foolish and so far out of reach. As expectantly as the sun rose in the morning, it would recede on the horizon and night would then follow in this seamless rhythm. But the tides would not withdraw so easily. Perhaps her head would bob just a bit above its surface but then she would be submerged again when the light of morning touched her face. Truly, all she could do was hold her breath and carry on and have faith that someone would pull her back to shore again.
In the mean time, she was content to wade and travelled around the borders awaiting the night. Her muscles ached from her jug earlier that morning; a little endurance training to keep her alert and body in its fittest as well as a means to bide her time. Mainly it was an attempt to distract herself, but she felt her reasonable compromise of intention even to herself was believable.
She walked around the borderline with slow, careful steps taking note in mild amusement how the auburn locks of her mane contrasted heavily to the pure white of the innocent snow. Upon four legs with mane unkempt and wild, she truly looked the part of a warrior queen trailing rivulets of blood in her wake. She would have never had seen herself so vile, had the image not been amusing for a time. Her nose was kept low as she meandered through her rounds with ease and even went so far as to step into the bloody puddle to further her ill placed amusement, missing of course but was for the moment appeased as she paused in stride standing within the world of white as a radiant flame atop unmelting snow, stomping fruitlessly on her own tendrils of fire.