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// The Mysterious Mare (Week 3) 
// Story: The Mysterious Mare: Frozen Ground 
// by Shirlendra 
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Somewhere across the world deep in the frozen north a mare shrouded in heavy, snow colored winter traveling gear stands outside the cave where she spent the last few hours since the sunrise. She gazes upon the icy white orb currently occupying the sky and illuminating the terrain surrounding her. She removes a map from her saddlebag and makes a note upon it with a piece of graphite, She turns her sight from the map after returning it to the saddlebag and looks out across the rugged terrain in-front of her. To the west she can see a dark mass blotting out the stars and it appears to be moving towards her position. She places a gloved hoof against the clasp holding her cloak in place and after a slight adjustment she begins moving out across the low hills and iced ravines. As she treks she keeps tabs on the clouds slowly creeping towards her. The mysterious mare pulls her mask into place as the storm overtakes her. She disappears into the whirling snow, her hoofprints being quickly hidden, the only mark of her continuing journey deeper into the wastes.