Talk:White Horn/@comment-31426529-20170302002917/@comment-30700719-20170302023144

My eyes pop out, then I stick my head back into the tent and turn off the light. Too late, I realise an empty tent would not be able to turn a light off. I hear hooves slowly stepping towards my tent. I retreat behind the pile of equipment. The flap of the tent opens, and a woman with the lower body of a reindeer steps in. She blinks, waiting until her eyes adjust to the darkness. She quickly assumes that the tent is empty, despite the light going out. I blush from my hiding place as she wipes her brow and takes off her coat. I quickly turn away, even though she can't see me. From what I can hear, it sounds like she's intending to stay in here, perhaps to wait for the owner of the tent to come back. I simply adjust my position and try not to make a noise. The time ticks on. Could've been five minutes, could've been five hours. One moment I was staring up at the ceiling of my tent, the next, I was in the arms of the White Horn. She smiles at the sight of me waking up. "Somebody's cold...Don't worry, I'll warm you up."