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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2022 12:50 pm
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The weather had begun to turn, catching the pale haired stallion off guard. He had expected some snowfall, but the wind was harsher than he had expected. This didn't bode well for him, or any others caught in the midst of the storm--which was exactly why he pushed through it. If he'd been caught unaware, who else might be out there, struggling against the wind and the cold? He couldn't--wouldn't--leave them to their fate, so it was, he soldiered on, hoping to ensure no one was truly lost or in bad shape.
Unfortunately, even the large stallion was no match to mother nature, and as the storm raged out, he had no choice but to attempt to seek shelter. While he hated to do it, he would be no help to anyone out there if he let himself freeze; and while he he was both blessed by the spirits, and an exceptional healer, he was still just as vulnerable to the elements as anyone. Kaiya had always told him that there were some battles that could not be won on the first day; there was no shame in retreat, or knowing ones limits. So it was, he pushed onward through the storm, taking shelter in a thicker part of the woods.
It was of no surprise that he wasn't the only one to think about heading into the thicket. Sure enough, there seemed to be another taking shelter among the brush. The thick trees did cut the worst of the snow, and helped to keep the worst bite of cold off his back. Giving his coat a small shake, Galahad gave a dip of his head in greeting. "Salutations," he spoke, green eyes peeking over at Nightling and her feathered friend curiously. "I hope you don't mind the intrusion." He'd leave if she seemed uncomfortable or aggressive, but he hoped his appearance wouldn't be too upsetting for the mare. He wasn't the sort to look for trouble, after all, and only needed to linger until the storm passed.
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