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// The Seventh Day 
// Story: Hearth's Warming Eve 
// by Darkswirl 
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SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF THE LAND BEFORE, SUN-UP

Commander Hurricane murred softly as she slept, snuggling up closer to Thunderstorm who was wide awake and struggling not to burst into flames from embarrassment.

Most of the pegasi race had awoken the moment the sun peeked over the treetops and quickly looked for their leader.

Instead of finding their leader wide awake and shouting orders, they found her cuddling with Sergeant Thunderstorm and sound asleep.

The pegasi formed a circle around the pair; most of their faces plastered with stunned expressions, stifled giggles or soft nods of approval before Commander Hurricane began to awake.

Without opening her eyes yet, she tilted her head back and up against Thunderstorm's neck, nuzzling gently.

A quiet "D'aww" was enough to snap the Commander out of her warm spectacle and take in her surroundings.

"What the hay does this look like, a play? Get a move on all of you! Take to the skies and fan out! I want to know how close the other races are to where ever we're going!" She shouted defensively, her blush being poorly hidden against her blue coat as she leapt to her hooves.

Her pegasi scattered, giggling to themselves at their commander's display of affection and then embarrassment.

Sergeant Thunderstorm wanted to bury himself in the snow and hide forever.

((Authors' Interruption: I apologize for the incredible shortness of this chapter, but I honestly had no idea what to write here.  I planned for them to travel for the rest of they day and fall asleep again, then wake up at the start of the scene where they started claiming territories and then got trapped in the cave yadda yadda yadda but that's in the next day/chapter.  Really the only interesting thing I had to write about was that adorable piece with Commander Hurricane and Sergeant Thunderstorm.  :3))