Sheets of snow covered the Norwegian landscape, illuminated by the ethereal green glow of the Northern lights. Ruffles wondered what he was doing here, how he even got here. Moments ago, he was basking in the moonlight in his little paddock lined with muddy sleet. Now, he was surrounded by miles of endless snowy vastness, with nowhere to go. Ruffles had often dreamt of life in the wild, free to run in the frozen plains of Norway, so he was confused why this freedom wasn't making him happy. With the chilling wind running through his fluffy coat, he continued to trudge through the snow. Soon, he noticed a small figure in the distance. Hoping it was a human who could help him find home, Ruffles trotted towards it. But as he approached, he realized it was something completely different: a little snowman, meticulously put together by a child and abandoned for the blizzard. He decided to stop by it, hoping its creator would eventually come to visit and help him find home. It was the night before Christmas, and Ruffles had been planning to go on a little walk outside of his home since he was old enough to think. He decided the holiday was the perfect day to begin his travels, so he jumped the broken part of the wooden fence in his paddock and ventured out. He didn't expect to feel so cold, so lost, so alone. He felt isolated from the rest of the world in this expansive area of nothingness, only the little snowman to keep him company for his long-awaited Christmas holiday. Ruffles realized he would never find peace in this loneliness. He longed for home, but he had no clue which way he even came from. The oncoming snowstorm had buried his hoof prints, leaving Ruffles with no way to know where to go. So he decided to stand next to the snowman, hoping, praying, that his owner would eventually find him and take him back home. CREDITS: Lineart: @LilacTarot Coloring: @MythtopianPegasus Story: @MythtopianPegasus
