Moonsong Glacier sweetness never suits me

Finally, the pastures began to turn into foothills, rolling and familiar. Muses wasted no time in exploring further, ascending hill by hill until finally, a single, notable rise loomed in the distance. It was not like the vast mountain ranges she had known as a pup, but it was start. She sprinted forward with reckless abandon, ivory tresses flowing like ribbons. She ran until pallor began to peek out from the east. The sun, although blocked by the moubtainmountaintop, rose slowly, painting the sky in a myriad of hues. It was only then, as dawn's first kight chased off the midnight clouds, did Muses notice the vivid skyscape reflected underfoot.

She skittered to a halt, alabaster claws digging into the frosty surface. She had not noticed that she was upon a glacier's edge. Everything in that moment felt so right! She threw herself down to the ground, giving into childish whims as she rubbed her back against the cold surface, her soft stomach turned to the heavens.