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You hear a snort and the familar sound of hooves in snow. Stepping out of the snow to follow the sound, you lose your footing and fall, hitting your head and go sliding down the hill. Snort. After coming to a stop at the bottom of the hill you feel rather foolish. Snort, snort. A puff of warm air hits your face, scented like peppermint and warm vanilla. Opening your eyes you look up into the big, dark shining eyes of two Painted Crystal unicorns. The unicorns glanced at each other and laugh softly, seeming to be amused by your embaressing tumble. The white mare, with blue mane and tail chuckles and trots around you, her light glass-like hooves dancing easily and smoothly on the ice. She shakes her mane and rears up, showing off how well she can balance when you couldn't even managed to slide down a hill. The stallion snorts at her and flicks his ears, and assists you when you try to stand and nearly lose your balance on the ice. He crouches down and flicks his tail. He motions for you to get on and you do so, after a moment of hesitation. The white mare watches, ears flicking and then throws her head up, laughing and kicking her hooves in the icy air.
The stallion brings you up the road and through the ice and snow, and not once does he lose his footing or slip; it's like riding on a dream, he's smooth and his steps are perfect. The mare dances and runs around you as she races up and down the hill and through the snow, seeming to dance on air. The stallion reaches the clear path and nods for you to dismount. You thank him and pet his neck, in which the mare nuzzles her way in, insisting that she get the same attention that you're giving the stallion. Which of course, you're happy to give her, before they wish you farewell and dance away, through the snow and ice and disapeering in the trees.
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The ground is covered in ice and snow and the sky is grey and flat, with a hint of moisture and wind in the air. You slip and slide down the path, careful not to fall and hurt yourself and lean on the trees along the slope for support. Stepping off the path into the deep snow you look around and wonder where you've managed to get yourself too. You've gone downhill and the slope is high above you and full of bare trees and lots of perfectly white snow.
