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 Young Adult, 2-3 yrs  Mare
 14.1 hh  600 lbs
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Posted on Jan 10 2018, 12:35 PM.
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4 waking days were beginning to take their toll on the feeble girl. She was, of course, unaware that her most recent sleep episode had lasted all of 3 weeks, and if it wasn’t for the kind Quetzalli who had found her mere hours after she awoke, she would’ve been in a much worse state. Over the past four days, she had slept normally. Well, if you could count normally as being 8 hours of fitful, dreamless rest.
 
The only time the girl dreamed was within her sleep episodes. Otherwise, she had no knowledge of what dreaming was even like. In fact, she doesn’t have any knowledge of dreaming, still, because she is entirely unaware of her dreaming state. The only sleep she can remember is that between sleep episodes, and so the notion of something all other creatures must do to survive, and usually regard as a positive process, has become something she dreads and yet has even less reason to escape than most.
 
The early afternoon was bitter. Freezing, even, and it didn’t take much for the frail fae to become dangerously cold. Though exhausted, she was travelling in desperate attempt to keep herself warm, looking for shelter along the way. Her skeletal body moved with violent shivers each step she took, and her teeth chattered almost uncontrollably. It seemed there was nowhere in Elysium with a warm climate all year around that was not already dedicated to specific people or purposes. The Claiming Grounds were for just that, horses without homes to be approached by horses with homes, willing to take them on and give them shelter. The Red Waste was a home in itself, open only to members of the Lyrus herd or those who wished to become members. These lands, ordinarily, were too hot for Gwynn. But today they would’ve been a welcome respite from the cruel weathers of winter.
 
The mare had yet to come across a place offering suitable shelter from the elements on her travels, so today a new destination was in mind. The Toran Peninsula was a stretch of coastline decorated with rocky archways and boulders, she had heard. It sounded at least like there might be some form of structure that could provide shelter from the wind, as long as it didn’t expose her to the cold sea spray which would perhaps be even worse.
 
She scanned the perimeter of her surroundings, noting that this land seemed to be considerably more at a lack of creatures than most others she had passed through. Shame, for she would happily have taken some company to occupy her mind and distract her from her own shuddering body. Nevertheless, the shelter from the wind would do. She slowed her laboured gait and came to a stop in front of one of the taller rocks, settling herself down on the sand and resting her chin on her front legs. If the foul weather persisted, it was likely she would be here for a while. 

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