The Wild One Meets The Ice Queen

Chapter 3

        It was so cold. I shivered constantly. A glass-like staircase stretched upwards in front of me. Assuming it was slippery, I hesitantly put a fore-hoof on the lowest stair. Surprisingly, it held my weight. With a flick of my long chocolate-colored tail I slowly ascended with hollow clip-clopping hoof beats echoing out into the frosty air. As I reached the end of the staircase, a woman with long, blonde, braided hair opened a door. The door was connected to a beautiful ice palace. Her coat was light blue and shimmered with dancing snowflakes. I guess it's not a coat like mine, but a twolegged's clothing; called a dress.        

        She looked at me wonderingly. I could tell she was different from the other twoleggeds I'd met before. She had a magical aura and I didn't know if it was non-evil or not. I dared not look away; neither did she. Then, she spoke. The same language as the rustlers that had captured me. Not the same as how Little Creek spoke to me and Rain before we left for Homeland. That was a sad day, but maybe after this adventure we will return to see him and his people. Rain's old friends still live with them. She'd probably like to see them again. I also befriended them. It would be a nice get away trip for a few days. The woman said something else, shaking me from my wandering thoughts. She started to walk towards me, slowly, making soft noises as not to frighten me.