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My Winter Storm

By eatcarbs
Created: 13th September 2021 08:56:30 PM
24th September 2021 12:35:03 PM

  1. >You pull on the last tie-down strap, securing the last crate into its place on the sled.
  2. >You take in a deep breath of the crisp cool air as the gust carries through the narrow valley.
  3. >The coniferous trees lining the steep hillsides sway with its passing, contributing a thin dusting of snow onto the ground.
  4. >It feels good to be back.
  5. >The train horn bellows in the distance, signaling its long journey back south to the warmer lands of Equestria proper.
  6. >You had been the only passenger.
  7. >Why they run empty trains will forever elude your sense of reason, but its convenient for you - little reason to question.
  8. >Even the station at the end of the line was abandoned.
  9. >The windows had long since been shattered, and the wood on the train deck was warped and twisted.
  10. >Not even the occasional loggers rode up at this time of year.
  11. >It didn't bother you though, You loved the escape from civilization.
  12. >A small smile spreads across your features as you double check the tie downs.
  13. >You've been waiting all year to take this trip
  14. >You needed it too
  15. >All the usual bullshit in Canterlot has been really getting to you lately.
  16. >You step back to take a visual inspection of you packing.
  17. >Everything looks secured in place.
  18. >You'd opted for a larger sled this year.
  19. >It's a custom build cargo sled, easily the size of a small truck trailer.
  20. >The back of the sled rises up to a bench.
  21. >You check the last component - A small purple gem set in a crystal globe, which itself is set into the stylized front.
  22. >You twist the globe clockwise and it turns in place as the small gem begins to softly glow.
  23. >Good, it's still working.
  24. >You checked before loading it on the train, but you can never over prepare.
  25. >You grab the ropes hanging in front of the sled, and give them a gentle tug.
  26. >The sled pulls forward gently through the fresh snow with minimal effort.
  27. >Featherweight enchantment... god damn magic is awesome.
  28. >There is no way you could pull this much weight on your own.
  29. >You couldn't convince any ponies to come on this journey and pull anyway, not that you wanted to.
  30. >There is a reason you make this trip alone.
  31. >You run a hand through your hair and scratch your beard.
  32. >Its already starting to collect snow.
  33. >You gaze up into the small mountain pass to the north of the station.
  34. >Another deep breath... and you feel as ready as you'll ever be.
  35. >Except one last thing.
  36. >Walking back to the rear compartment, you run your hand over the iron-bound ornate chest tucked under the wide bench.
  37. >Fishing an iron key out of your pocket, you insert the key into the lock, and twist it open.
  38. >The lid opens with ease, revealing the most valuable of possessions that you decided to bring with you.
  39. >Your sword, which you draw a short length to test the sharpness with a thumb before securing it to your side.
  40. >A dagger to accompany the sword.
  41. >The hunting bow and quiver of arrows, which you set aside to sling over your shoulders later.
  42. >Last but certainly not the least, the fur parka and clothing.
  43. >You tended to keep that hidden from ponies.
  44. >They weren't too comfortable with the idea of wearing the skin of another animal.
  45. >You got the fur from some minotaur traders many years ago, and mentally shelved the idea that it might have come from a sentient creature.
  46. >You later learned that minotaurs commonly trade such goods.
  47. >And yes, the irony of bipedal cows trading leather and furs was not lost on you.
  48. >Equestria did have a certain way of introducing moral considerations to things you wouldn't have considered twice back at home.
  49. >You figured if it was something sentient: it was already dead, you didn't kill it, and it keeps you from dying.
  50. >It might be caribou leather, and you had yet to even see one, or ask anypony if there were sentient caribou.
  51. >brushing the thoughts aside, you trade your typical southern clothing for the much more insulating winter cloth.
  52. >If you had a mirror you're sure you'd look just like a mountain man.
  53. >It's almost too much, you might start sweating once you start pulling the sled.
  54. >You begin walking up to the front of the sled to begin your long journey when something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye.
  55. >One of the crates has something hanging out of the side of the lid.
  56. >Looking closer, you see that it looks like...
  57. >Dark olive hair...
  58. >Or rather, a mane...
  59. >no...
  60. >NO!
  61. >It better fucking not be!
  62. >With a frustrated grunt, you tromp over to the crate and pop open the lid to be greeted by a pair of large orange eyes.
  63. >"Hey Anon."
  64. >God fucking damnit.
  65. "Laska, what the sam fuck are you doing!?"
  66. >laying inside the crate amongst various goods is a pink earth pony.
  67. >A certain pony that you are very well acquainted with.
  68. >She flinches slightly at your outburst, but still maintains a smile.
  69. >"Going on an adventure, of course!"
  70. "The hell you you are."
  71. >"But-"
  72. >You grab her by the armpits and lift her out of the crate and onto the ground."
  73. "No buts, I told you you're not coming!"
  74. >Dozens of times, actually.
  75. >She gives you the token pony-puppy eyes, but they stopped working on you a long time ago.
  76. >"Come on! Why wont you let me come?"
  77. >She stomps a front hoof on the ground.
  78. "Because it's dangerous."
  79. >"Dangerous, AND alone? All the more reason to come!"
  80. >She kinda had a point, but you ignore it.
  81. "You're much too young..."
  82. >She seems offended, and protests.
  83. >"I'm sixteen! pretty much a grown mare!"
  84. >You let out a long-drawn sigh, rubbing your forehead with your fingers.
  85. >This can't be happening.
  86. >The train is already long gone.
  87. >Any chance to send her back has passed.
  88. >And there is no way in hell you're going anywhere else but to your destination.
  89. >But you can't take her.
  90. >You don't want to open that can of worms.
  91. >You also can't leave her here.
  92. >She has no sort of survival skills, and that would be fucked up anyway.
  93. >You care about her way too much for that to even be a consideration.
  94. "You're probably going to be grounded forever."
  95. >She squeaks giddily.
  96. >"I left my parents a note, so it should be ok!"
  97. >She hops in place like a giddy filly.
  98. >"Like you said that one time: It's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission!"
  99. >You did say that once.
  100. >And now its returned to bite you in the ass.
  101. >"I won't be trouble, I promise! I'll do everything you ask!"
  102. >Damn right she will.
  103. >You're going to regret this.
  104. "Fine... you've already made it this far."
  105. >She squees in excitement
  106. >"Adventure, here we come!"
  107. >You sigh, moving to the front of the sled to grab the ropes, lazily waving a hand at the sled.
  108. "Walk or ride, your choice."
  109. >She hops onto the sled and sits in the middle of the bench.
  110. >"You can really pull this thing by yourself? I always thought you were strong, but not that strong!"
  111. >You turn back and point at the inset gem.
  112. "I get a little help."
  113. >She mouths an "ah" but doesn't say anything.
  114. >You also can't help but notice she actually packed.
  115. >At least she has some insight.
  116. >She's wearing a gaudy purple winter coat with a scarf, and packing a set of loaded saddlebags.
  117. >You don't think that dinky coat will keep her warm, but you have blankets if she needs them.
  118. >With the rope fastened to each of the two front corners of the sled, you pull it up from the ground, running perpendicular across your lower waist.
  119. >You pull the rope taut, using a smaller rope to fasten it to your body.
  120. >You walk forward, with the magic of the gem making the sled feel like only a minor inconvenience as it glides across the snow.
  121. >It ain't stupid if it works.
  122. >Magic can be pretty kick-ass at times.
  123. >You begin pulling the sled through the wooded trail that leads up into the mountain pass.
  124. >Laska doesn't talk, and the few times you look back she simply watches the passing scenery.
  125. >You don't mind the quiet, taking in the wild nature around you.
  126. >Winter is almost here, though in these parts it starts a little early.
  127. >It's not cold enough to see your breath and you can still see patches of shrubby and green along the way.
  128. >All its gonna take is one good storm through here, and it will be a true winter wonderland.
  129. >You sigh contentedly, it really does feel good to be back out here.
  130. >Even with a certain pony's antics.
  131. >"Anon... I'm sorry."
  132. >You stop walking, and turn back to face her.
  133. >She sighs.
  134. "Sorry?"
  135. >"I'm sorry I snuck onto the train and hid in your crates."
  136. >You smirk a little to yourself, and do your best to hide it.
  137. >"I know you said I can't come, but you say that every year, and I've always wanted to come..."
  138. >Her head hangs low.
  139. >"I just wanted to see it so bad. You let me come on trips with you before, but not this one."
  140. "Well, a weekend trip to Manehatten isn't even remotely in the same ballpark."
  141. >"Yea..."
  142. >She sniffles
  143. >"I... I just get so bored, and you go on so many adventures... I just want to go on an adventure too..."
  144. >Oh no, please don't do the crying thing.
  145. >"But I didn't want to make you mad..."
  146. >She did make you mad.
  147. >Borderline furious, actually.
  148. >You step up to the front of the sled.
  149. "Come here."
  150. >You open your arms wide to invite her for a hug, and she quickly accepts the invitation, hopping off the bench and moving quickly to the embrace of your arms.
  151. >A few sobs escape her as she snuggles into your chest.
  152. "Yes... I am a bit upset. I wont lie."
  153. >A few more sobs.
  154. "But... I can't stay mad forever. I think I'm getting over it already, actually."
  155. >You let out a chuckle, and she lets out a small forced one in reply.
  156. >You run your fingers through her mane, scratching her scalp with your fingernails.
  157. >She always liked that, it usually calms her down.
  158. >"T-thanks Anon."
  159. >She looks up to you with watery eyes, but smiling.
  160. >You reciprocate.
  161. "Come on, we've got a lot of ground to cover, and we're on a bit of a schedule. Don't want to miss the winds."
  162. >"Winds?"
  163. "You'll find out when we get there."

My Winter Storm

by eatcarbs

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by eatcarbs