Lost In the snow (Part 2 / Inktober day 3: Roast)
"Is that a cabin?" Hoofclid looked into the distance. Airhead looked as well, squinting a little. She squinted harder. She squinted too hard.
"Hard to tell, it's so dark..." She mumbled. Her eyes were closed.
Hoofclid chuckled a little, shaking his head. He could definitely see a cabin. Somehow, the flurries of snow around them had grown stronger, but a short path free of flakes seemed to head directly towards the wooden cabin.
It's entrance sheltered beneath a large fir tree, the building was long and low, with a stone chimney up one side. To the two cold ponies, it was a godsend, a place to rest and warm up. Hoofclid led the way, forging through the snow, Airhead in tow.
Inside, away from the cold, they could feel their bones warming already.
"I wonder who owns this place. The door was open, but..." Hoofclid looked around. The building was modestly decorated, a long couch before an empty fireplace, a few wooden chairs dotted around. A large, soft rug in the centre of the room, and one wall held a large table that ran it's length. Opposite the entrance, another door appeared to lead into a bedroom, where an enormous bed lay. There was a kitchen too, and quick examination of the cupboards revealed a few cans of food, hot chocolate and most importantly marshmallows.
Hoofclid lit a fire (Airhead was under strict orders from Zalea to not attempt anything involving fire), and pulled a few blankets from a wardrobe. Within a few minutes, the two ponies found themselves sat on the sofa, watching the fire, marshmallows roasting on sticks.
The room filled with heat, the fire bright and toasty in the stone, saving waves of warmth through the two ponies. Outside, the snow was piling up, decorating the landscape with its soft white, contrasting the darkness of the sky and reflecting the glow of those dancing curtains. Airhead scooched closer to her friend, and again, until they both lay beneath the same blanket.
"How close to another town are we?" Airhead looked at Hoofclid, who plucked a marshmallow from a stick and popped it in his mouth.
"Thatsh the big queshtion" The mathematician responded, his mouth now full of gooey marshmallow. "Ish it fashter to keep going, or to turn back?"
"I hope Zalea isn't too worried." Airhead wriggled a little, pressing herself against Hoofclid and tucking the blanket a little tighter. "Jewel was taking her to the opera, but I don't think she expected me to be gone too long."
"Airhead, expectations and you don't mix. And that's what everypony loves about you."
"Like how everypony loves your art?" Airhead sipped her hot chocolate as she broke the fourth wall a little, the very foundations of the universe shaking a little as the character acknowledged her own existence within a blog.
"Kinda."
An hour passed, the two slowly making their way through the bag of marshmallows, the fire bright and warm. Outside, the snow had stopped its storm, the cold forced away from the cabin by the heat held within. Airhead yawned loudly, standing up and shaking her mane a little.
"It's kinda late, isn't it? Maybe we should try out that bed?" She suggested, heading towards the bedroom. Hoofclid drained his mug of hot chocolate and stood up, stretching a little. He extinguished the fire a little, and began to follow his friend. He turned, noting to clean up the next day, and as he did he noticed a shadow outside. Then it dissappeared.
"Probably nothing." He yawned, heading into the bedroom, and falling asleep beside Airhead.
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The Second part, featuring @hoofclid and @whoselibraryagain.
Also counts as a bit of help to my wonderful friend, who was unable to fulfil today's Inktober word "roasted" due to his own reasons, so I thought I'd do it for him~
Sorry for taking so long to actually write this part, I've been too busy doing nothing and being lazy can be exhausting sometimes.
Keep an eye out for more soon!
