A flicker of light, pressing warmth, the cold.... The.. cold...? ----- A veilhorn mare lay in the snow, huffing and showing signs of labor. A few hours had already passed, and she knew she would have to be done soon to escape the dark. Whatever crawled these woods would easily find her during this. One last press and she was free, little nubby horns, fairy slippers, and a concerningly hairless tail was the newest life in the world. Her mother sighed, pain-free for a moment, and rose to meet her little bundle of twiggy legs. ----- Weeks later, Desdemona was a spitfire, she was constantly tormenting her playmates with bouts of sparring, racing, and playing hide and seek. Her mother had a rough time wrangling the little fireball, and usually resorted to picking her up with magic until she settled. On one such day however, mother wasn't around, and Des was having the time of her life, romping in the older snow. She didn't notice when the first speck lit upon her nose, causing her to rear and squeal. Desdemona looked to the sky and saw the little flecks of white falling all around her. It didn't take her very long to notice that's where all the white on the ground came from, and that it was totally safe to have a romp around in. Yet she still confirmed it with her mother upon her return to the herd.