Serian TundraNortheast of Tigress's desert is a windswept icy tundra. Frost is in the air, on the ground, and everywhere. A cold wind sweeps against the traveler and it huddles to keep warm, but to no avail. It was not dressed warm enough for such low temperatures. Shivering it turns to leave, then comes nearly face to face with the serian who lives here. The wind blows her royal purple mane back, flipping the strands of hair gracefully this way and that. A ribbon necklace sways in the air around her neck. Ice crystals decorate her ears, cheek, and hooves with sparkling brilliance. She speaks with a tone of icy disapproval, "Foolish traveler, it is too cold here for you without a coat! Didn't anyone warn you?" she huffs and moves to pick something up from behind her. "Here put this on it'll keep you from freezing to death." It is a thick winter coat, filled with down feathers. Grateful, the traveler puts it on and shivers until warm. The serian starts walking, "Come along let's get out of this wind. I like this weather just fine, but it's not meant for visitors." The traveler follows the mare to the edge of her territory where there is a shelter made to block the wind. She nudges the traveler into it, but doesn't go inside herself. "That'll keep you for now, I'm Crystal born of the Altar, Arctic Winds hense, the surroundings. You couldn't of come on a more blustery day, be thankful I was on the look-out." her voice is like winds blowing, hard and soft whistling through the trees. It was interesting to hear.
"When warmed up enough you may go on toward the sea, but leave the coat I may need it for someone else, later on." Crystal tosses her windblown forelock out of her eyes. Then she turns and walks back out into the blustering wind looking purely in her element. "Are you ready to go to the sea?" a new voice is heard on the other side of the shelter, at the second door.
All Serians are from Sionayra
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