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12/18/10(Sat)20:31 No.21997634Bright Eyes closed the grate on the stove, she was pretty confident that the dying remnants of the previous night’s fire posed no real risk, but it never hurt to be sure. Turning towards the door, she plucked her thick overcoat from a nearby hook with her mouth and swung the cloak over her back and around her shoulders. The cloak was a thick woollen material with a tough water proof outer layer that showed visible signs of disrepair and would soon need replacing, but for now it was warm and would protect Bright Eyes’ shoulders, back and hind from the cold air outside. Flicking off the light switch and opening the door with her hooves, Bright Eyes stepped out into the dark corridor, quietly so as not to wake the neighbours. The corridor was narrow, even in comparison to the small ground floor flat, and the darkness that enveloped Bright Eyes as she shut the door, only added to the sense of claustrophobia. Being a Pegasus used to flying in the vastness of the sky, the small confines of the lightless hallway felt uncomfortable and oppressive. Salvation however, she knew lay at the so called “far” end of the short hallway in the form of a heavy door of solid wood, that served to protect the interior of the house from the elements and to provide a welcome shelter to the tenant ponies seeking respite from said elements. |