Snow drifted down past Fluttershy’s nose as she stared across her blanketed front garden. Snowdrifts softly lit red and green by the gently flashing lights strung up from her porch stood as silent sentinels watching over the path to her door. Wiping away the stray flakes, she took a sip from the steaming mug in her hands before tightening her thick scarf to stave away the creeping cold.
Fluttershy loved these still winter nights, far away from the bustle and noise of a still celebrating Ponyville. Her cottage stood at her back, completely dark, save for the gentle twinkling of their Hearths Warming tree reflecting the light from the front yard. All of the light in the world coming from the decorations from her home and the half-moon hanging from a clear and starlit sky. She watched her breath dissipate in the air before her, hauntingly highlighted against the shadowy world in front of her. A soft breeze pushed against Flutte