Open A home amongst the trees pine trees

[Aspen]

Aspen almost felt like she was home. there was something about the smell of pine and ice that always took her home. the forests here did smell like ice but the native plantlife just dindnt have the same sharp scent that wasnt the same. Sure, it was the wrong time of the year for ice, the middle of summer. Aell technically it wasn't. As much as she had spent most of her life in Aotearoa, her home, her herd was in the north. and it WAS winter there. tonight was the yule ball an event that she had heard so much about over the years sometimes seeing the foals sneak out of the castle dressed in their gowns and souts. often with their mate in tow. but she had only been to a few. The first few years she had been allowed to, she had been too scared to actually go, getting as far as the entrance hall before backing back to her cabin. But now she was growing accustomed to the event and had even put on a new tunic before standing next to the snowy pine trees officially supervising the event, though her mind kept thinking of home.