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snow was not at all like sand.
she had seen it on the mountaintops far away from the mesa, and in her travels. she imagined how soft it would be, how refreshing after so many days under the blistering desert sun. at first, when the snow first fell, it was wonderful to see her breath, and lay on it for just a little while like a blanket.
now she trudges through it, left fighting wind and the cold biting her toes frigid. her small ears lay flat against her skull as she wades the snow. had she foolishly stepped into a snowstorm?

but a familiar voice reaches for her, through the fog and snowfall. stardust! she calls back. the winds must have carried her scent far, or perhaps she had been walking in circles this whole time without realizing. the noble woman tries to follow the source, crooning out a song as cold wind rams her back.