A Drift in the White
Jan. 11th, 2016 11:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilightponyI went into the Everfree today to check on the tree. As soon as I entered the forest I was in deep snow. I was wearing a white cloak and saddle and white boots to blend in. Friend with the snow.
The forest is so silent. Soft powdery snow was falling from the sky and deadening the sound. I had to follow animal tracks much of the time, which is easier for walking but it had me very wary of getting ambushed. I tried to breath gently and evenly, listening and watching as I pushed my way down the mane path to the Tree of Harmony. At least the cragadiles and cockatrices are hibernating and many of the other dangerous animals are spending the winter in the Flame Geyser Swamp. The falling snow was like a shroud, hiding me but also hiding anything that might be watching. A pony may be dangerous prey but a pony can be taken by surprise. I did not want to be that pony. I should have asked Applejack to go with me.
I reached the ravine in the wild wood where the Tree of Harmony is found. I felt my way down the stairs, through slippery white powder. There in its deep stony alcove, with but a little drifting snow brushing up against its roots, stood the Tree. Mute, motionless, bejeweled. I turned and left. A silly dream had brought me here.
I climbed back up the stairs, stepping in the track in the snow that I had made on the way down. I took a different path this time and I went to call on Zecora. She doesn't come to Ponyville often in the winter.
I couldn't see Zecora's house until I was almost at her door. Smoke was rising lazily through the falling snow from her chimney and there were no fresh tracks, so I knew she was in. I knocked and she let me in. Warmth. Tea. Her rhyming speech. I told her about my research project, the dream that brought me to wander alone through the Everfree in winter, and we laughed about the Haycartes fad in Canterlot. She remarked on my fragrance and how silky my fur was, so I told her about oil bath at the spa. I told her that she should try it, and when she does, that she should come by the castle so we can go together. I think I might see her tomorrow.
When I left it was late afternoon. The shadows were deepening and it was getting colder. I hurried home. You don't want to get lost in the Everfree at night.
The forest is so silent. Soft powdery snow was falling from the sky and deadening the sound. I had to follow animal tracks much of the time, which is easier for walking but it had me very wary of getting ambushed. I tried to breath gently and evenly, listening and watching as I pushed my way down the mane path to the Tree of Harmony. At least the cragadiles and cockatrices are hibernating and many of the other dangerous animals are spending the winter in the Flame Geyser Swamp. The falling snow was like a shroud, hiding me but also hiding anything that might be watching. A pony may be dangerous prey but a pony can be taken by surprise. I did not want to be that pony. I should have asked Applejack to go with me.
I reached the ravine in the wild wood where the Tree of Harmony is found. I felt my way down the stairs, through slippery white powder. There in its deep stony alcove, with but a little drifting snow brushing up against its roots, stood the Tree. Mute, motionless, bejeweled. I turned and left. A silly dream had brought me here.
I climbed back up the stairs, stepping in the track in the snow that I had made on the way down. I took a different path this time and I went to call on Zecora. She doesn't come to Ponyville often in the winter.
I couldn't see Zecora's house until I was almost at her door. Smoke was rising lazily through the falling snow from her chimney and there were no fresh tracks, so I knew she was in. I knocked and she let me in. Warmth. Tea. Her rhyming speech. I told her about my research project, the dream that brought me to wander alone through the Everfree in winter, and we laughed about the Haycartes fad in Canterlot. She remarked on my fragrance and how silky my fur was, so I told her about oil bath at the spa. I told her that she should try it, and when she does, that she should come by the castle so we can go together. I think I might see her tomorrow.
When I left it was late afternoon. The shadows were deepening and it was getting colder. I hurried home. You don't want to get lost in the Everfree at night.
