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Russi stomped her feet on the cold frozen ground, her breath coming out as one long strip. If a soquili walked up on her now they would have thought someone had royal pissed off the mini. Unfortunately for Russi, she was just cold. Well, okay, there was a little anger there but it was all for the cold and nothing else. Why did it have to be so blasted cold in this new land she called home. It had never gotten this cold in her last homeland. It had also been a baren plain in her opinion. She needed something with rich forest. Which is what lead Russi to uproot, literally, her entire life and move to The Kawani Lands. She had just gotten here when a late Winter barreled in and had stayed since. There had been precious little time to prep her new home garden for her seed collection. Not all of them could be planted before Winter, but she had done her best. Now those seeds slept under the soil and she waited for Spring to come so she could continue to care for them and the friends she would plant along side them.

Russi looked around her little area again, admiring the variety of plant life even in these cold temperatures. Absently she thought about looking for someone who would sell her a cloak or blanket till she could acclimate to the harsh temperatures. She counted herself lucky there was no wind to chill the air further. Maybe if she let her mind wander she wouldn't feel the cold as much. Her mother had always tried to convince her of that when she was younger. A soft smile brushed against chattering teeth as memories of her mother and her old homeland floated through her mind. There had been little variety when it came to vegetation, but when it came to her family they were all a quirky bunch. Russi's mothers main quirk had been to try and convince Russi to use her imagination more. To dream, Russi supposed.

Russi's hoofs guided her as she slipped deeper into thought and ignored her surroundings. Russi had thought imagination was all well and good, but imagination wouldn't help you narrow down the perfect fertilizer to enrich her tea plants. Russi shrugged as she half conceded the type of item used may be imaginative, but the base elements were the same. Base, acid, the like. Okay, so maybe there was a little about this whole Imagination idea. Maybe she'd give it a go this new year.