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Parcly Taxel: With the peripheries done, I could set off for Hallasan, the central peak and volcano of Jeju. Of course this was high altitude, so I donned all my jackets, slipped on the gloves and hat and set off…
Parcly and Spindle: We never expected how bitter these slopes would be.
Spindle: Before we reached the base, it was raining. Walking upwards, high winds and biting cold set in - something I had moved away from since my bonding with Parcly. There soon came a point when I couldn’t warm her anymore; loud whinnying was heard all around in my panic.
Parcly: I pressed on towards the lookout point, even through these elements and strong numbness in my hooves. My muzzle felt cold with tinges of fire, a sign of frostbite. Spindle was clinging on by my saddlebag. Still I continued, ignoring everything Key Sync was shouting at me, until…
The view was chiaroscuro, dark mountains beneath the sun behind rain clouds. Towns crowded below the horizon, crows cawed and circled over it. Even my two eyes weren’t wide enough to cover the entire scene, and it took my third to realise the inevitable.
A strong rush of warm love enveloped me and Spindle as we hugged and booped before descending. When we found a log cabin she pointed out that my muzzle had dissolved into windigo ether on instinct, at which we booped again.
Spindle: After that adventure our next place down Hallasan was a spring with healing water, which I tried to gulp but couldn’t (obviously, since I’m a spirit). To end our day we visited a place with numerous instances of op art - certainly not Discord’s creation, but close.
Twilight Sparkle: You two are perfect examples of how much love there can be between antagonistic species.
Parcly: Well, thanks. By the way, my windigo muzzle will heal by next morning.
Parcly and Spindle: We never expected how bitter these slopes would be.
Spindle: Before we reached the base, it was raining. Walking upwards, high winds and biting cold set in - something I had moved away from since my bonding with Parcly. There soon came a point when I couldn’t warm her anymore; loud whinnying was heard all around in my panic.
Parcly: I pressed on towards the lookout point, even through these elements and strong numbness in my hooves. My muzzle felt cold with tinges of fire, a sign of frostbite. Spindle was clinging on by my saddlebag. Still I continued, ignoring everything Key Sync was shouting at me, until…
The view was chiaroscuro, dark mountains beneath the sun behind rain clouds. Towns crowded below the horizon, crows cawed and circled over it. Even my two eyes weren’t wide enough to cover the entire scene, and it took my third to realise the inevitable.
A strong rush of warm love enveloped me and Spindle as we hugged and booped before descending. When we found a log cabin she pointed out that my muzzle had dissolved into windigo ether on instinct, at which we booped again.
Spindle: After that adventure our next place down Hallasan was a spring with healing water, which I tried to gulp but couldn’t (obviously, since I’m a spirit). To end our day we visited a place with numerous instances of op art - certainly not Discord’s creation, but close.
Twilight Sparkle: You two are perfect examples of how much love there can be between antagonistic species.
Parcly: Well, thanks. By the way, my windigo muzzle will heal by next morning.
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