Slippery SlopeTiny crystals floated down from bulging clouds, dancing lazily through the still air before merging with the white blanket that cloaked the earth. The roan stag caught one on the tip of his nose, licking it experimentally and feeling the snowflake melt instantly at his touch. More flakes continued to fall as they had done all evening, and he was reminded of the story his dam used to tell him about how each snowflake was a star raining from the sky, which was why you could never see the stars when it was snowing. They all fell to earth. Lonán had demanded immediately why they came back if they all fell down, and his dam had reminded them that they were Óganach’s pelt - they simply grew back.Slippery Slope by =Ehetere
Shaking himself vigorously before he collected his own small galaxy on his back, he dusted a few of the more stubborn flakes off with his tail before pressing on. Winter was always a time to be on alert, for though there were no new foals on the ground hungry foxes might get bold
Fireflies and PromisesThe lazy shafts of light flickered through the trees as the day was coming to a close. It was beautiful really, but much of it was lost on the young soldier as he stood surveying the surroundings as a soldier: for threats. Lonán knew there were unlikely to be any, there never was this close to the herd, but he took his job seriously, always on alert. Until he was distracted by a familiar call that is.Fireflies and Promises by =Ehetere
He turned his noble head to greet the doe as she raced towards him at pace. Once he might have worried she’d never stop in time, but by now he knew better. He offered her a bow as he always did when she came to a surprisingly smooth halt at his side babbling excitedly.
“Lonán, there you are!”
“Lonán did you hear the news?”
Deciding that she was indeed finished, he inquired. “What news would this be?” He heard a lot of news from day to day, though what