This morning Twinnie found some time to gallop around the Forest, but there was something very different this morning...



A cold fog had settled across the land and cast the distances in a ghostly white. Bats danced around tree tops and there was a chill dampness that seemed to touch her very bones. Her bold and spunky attitude seemed to wilt in the eerie atmosphere, and she found herself feeling very vulnerable and alone.



And the Endless Forest seemed truly endless, and Twinnie felt very small indeed. Never before has she been so aware of her size and stature and how young and naive she was.



Pooling her spirits and focusing on a goal, she takes off in search of companionship and perhaps, subconsciously, some comfort from the cold. Despite the forest feeling so empty, Twinnie had the luck of coming across an adult deer, however, despite her roars and attempts to make him stay, they continued to run and shake their head at her. She felt very, very alone.



Pausing, she shivered awhile, glancing around, before heading back to the pond, which seemed to be a popular spot. By the Twin God statues, the fog seemed thinner and the light seemed brighter. She happened across a deer, and Twinnie found herself flooded with relief. She mustered a meek hoof-flail before shivering again. Yes, her spunky attitude had truly wilted in this cold, lonely weather.



It seemed by the monument to her namesake, Twinnie had found comfort. Spells were cast and hooves were flailed. But her time to play was coming to a close. Suddenly the fog seemed less scary and more mysterious and mythical, fun.



With spirits up, it was soon time to rest. Twinnie, casting a final nervous glance at the fog, settled against the Twin God statues for a well-deserved rest.

Above all, she was very much looking forward to growing up and gaining her antlers.