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Post by writtenphoto on Aug 21, 2012 13:24:53 GMT -5
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The warm hot springs? It was quite a fix in the cold part of the year in the unforgivable mountains. The fact that no one was there at the time Lycia had chosen; was strange. It was winter, and the hot springs were the only means of warmness now; besides if you were a foal, capped in your mothers embrace.
Lycia was in the middle of a hot spring; one that went all the way to her chest and no higher.
It was an odd time to take a bath, she knew this. But the spring was coming; and there was no sense in beginning a new year with a dirty coat. When she had turned a year of age. She didn’t care much for the thought of starting the new year with a fresh coat; or mind. She had made a friend from the Auster Woods. Only to find he’d come down with illness and died shortly after becoming friends.
The mare sighed, the steam clouding up the surroundings; not that there was much to look at, it was mostly just trees and other hot springs.
Lycia turned her head to her shoulder, dipping her head a moment to gather water in her mouth; then rubbing her mouth against her shoulder, releasing water slowly. Maybe I should graze once I’m done with washing my coat? If I can find any grass that is. Although Spring was fairly close; Snow still fell on the mountains. Lycia stopped washing her coat, and stood there in the water; enjoying the heat
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