The black stallion trotted briskly over the crispy snow. The wind
blew small snow flakes from the branches and they caused the air to shimmer and sparkle. The crispy ground snow was the same;
the whole land scape glittered in the early dawn rays. He shook his white crown playfully, his black mane and cloud forelock
rippled lightly in the breeze. A little purple Kirrih hopped along beside him, chattering and squeaking happily as it ran
and dove in and out of the snow.
He kept his brisk pace until he saw the ice blue stream that never
froze and divided his valley up. He slowed to take a drink from the aqua clear liquid. His little companion doing the same.
On the other side laying down in the snow a snow mare lay with
her green little Kirrih nestled into her side. Her snow mane, tail, forelock and her green and red scarf blew out from her
like little banners. She nickered a welcome as she spotted her stallion.
His head shot up and he answered her, as he crossed the stream
to meet her. He nuzzled her cheek and tugged her mane playfully. His little companion hopping over to snuggled against his
green buddy.
She nickered contently and leaned against his legs before he headed
over to the shadow of the two ice covered spruce trees where you stand watching. The mare watching her mate go over with a
curious look in her eyes. You realize that they knew you were there the whole time.
He stops in front on you and looks you over. "I am Blackice and
the white mare is Snowbells. This is the territory of the clan Blackice's Arctic Winds. I hope you enjoy your look around."
With that he nodes his head to you and turns around.
You watch him regreet the snow mare and settled down beside her,
her head laying over his back and vice versa. Then just like the clan name a strong arctic wind stirs up; throwing all the
loose snow into the air and the stream and ice meadow vanish. The snow is so thick that you decide to head back before you
can't find the way out.
