


Song of the Snowed Summit
A small shape bounded through the snowy forest, hopping like a rabbit and laughing in the way of a Samanayr. Her white body was splashed with green and striped with brown, blending well into the snowy pine trees around her, but she moved like a thing possessed and sang out her joy loudly. The snow! It was perfect! They were going to host a gathering!
Not far off, a brown and white stallion with purple tips sighed in amusement at the ruckus. Her first loud cry had sent many of the local winter birds flying high into the sky in surprise. That was just Forest's way, though - loud and exuberant, especially with the prospect of outdoor games and sports. He stood next to a hot spring, the warm steam rising from the water a sharp contract to the frigid winter air.
Bright teal eyes peeked out at him from just above the hissing water as his lead mare watched him, happily soaking herself in the waters of their hot spring before anyone arrived. She pushed her head high enough to free her nose to the air and took in a breath. "She's only going to get more excited when someone else tuyrns up, you know."
The stallion snorted and took a step closer to the spring, craning out his neck so that he could just barely touch the tip of her nose with his own. "So long as you and I keep a level head, no one should get the wyrong impyression about ouyr Song."
A perfect level of snowfall combined with clear blue skies for the next few days guaranteed them an ideal arena for winter sports like sledding and a crude version of skiing. They had sent out messages to neighboring Songs inviting them to their territory for a day or two of collective amusement. Any who didn't feel like romping through the snow could relax in the hot springs, or just take a breather in between games. They were very proud of their lands and all that they offered.