Dirun's boring day
A furry, slim vayron of white and blue, the colors of the very day, which was usual, plowed the wide fields covered with eternal snow at least a meter high. On snowy days to cut through the way he was going now it would have been impossible, not to talk about snowstorms. One could have built a whole Incan city underneath the crust that let the weakest cubs of runner vayrons to stroll on for few minutes before the crust would start to crackle when any heavier being would go straight through the surface and get trapped into the massive gathering of freezing cold snowflakes. The place in the middle of which he was right now was a danger indeed, but that was what made it so interesting. Dirun couldn't resist a turn to excitement of danger on this boring white and blue day. He had been sick of it. In fact, all of his friends had decided to stay at their dens or any other places in which they could go for cover today, and he sure was down in the mood because of that.
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