A bird - Not a very large bird, mind you, but maybe somewhere in between the size of a crow and a raven, swooped down low.
Alright, what was this? White stuff. Snow, they called it. She thought. The bird stood out greatly, her feathers black though iridescent, shining blue where the sun reflected onto them. Her back, however, was nearly completely white, ranging from the back of her head down all the way across her tailfeathers, shoulders speckled with gray. No, this wasn't right at all. Where was she? The winds were too strong. Much too strong. Her pinkish red eyes glared at the white expanse below her. No no no, this would not do at all. Not right. Wrong. All wrong. It was too cold, and it was hard to fly. Maybe because it was cold, to be fair, but the winds were too strong as well.
At that thought, another wind gust hit her which she was not expecting. Stupid mistake. The magpie caught the wind again barely feet above the ground - It seemed like she was in a valley? Oh. Valleys were even worse for wind. But! A tree. Okay, she could do this. Just find a place to rest, and get out when you had your strength back. Right?
With a few quick flaps of her wings, she slowed her momentum and caught a low branch, shaking it and sending a small lump of snow to the ground.
Alright, what was this? White stuff. Snow, they called it. She thought. The bird stood out greatly, her feathers black though iridescent, shining blue where the sun reflected onto them. Her back, however, was nearly completely white, ranging from the back of her head down all the way across her tailfeathers, shoulders speckled with gray. No, this wasn't right at all. Where was she? The winds were too strong. Much too strong. Her pinkish red eyes glared at the white expanse below her. No no no, this would not do at all. Not right. Wrong. All wrong. It was too cold, and it was hard to fly. Maybe because it was cold, to be fair, but the winds were too strong as well.
At that thought, another wind gust hit her which she was not expecting. Stupid mistake. The magpie caught the wind again barely feet above the ground - It seemed like she was in a valley? Oh. Valleys were even worse for wind. But! A tree. Okay, she could do this. Just find a place to rest, and get out when you had your strength back. Right?
With a few quick flaps of her wings, she slowed her momentum and caught a low branch, shaking it and sending a small lump of snow to the ground.