Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

Snow

by TundraStanza

“Ma’am, wouldn’t it be easier to see if you took off the blindfold?”

A swivel of her ear was the only indication that she had heard the colt pose the question.

“On the contrary,” she replied, “it would be quite difficult.”

Her pale hide contrasted the orange scarf that wrapped around her head.  In spite of the colt’s insistence that she wouldn’t be able to navigate blindly, she surprised him and a few onlookers when she calmly trotted down the steps like nothing was wrong. As she passed the counter, she stopped and ordered a drink. With that, business at the high-class establishment carried on as usual.

She overheard a rumor from a stallion that looked like he belonged in New Appleloosa.  Apparently, his son went missing and he was certain that the members of The Masque were holding him captive. After leaving a tip for the bartender, the mare quietly trotted down the hallway past the lobby.

Her small stature worked in her favor as she slipped by the waitresses and into the staff only area. The only sign any pony noticed was that door being brushed by interior wind for the fifth time that week.

While her obvious tools of self-defense were confiscated at the door, she knew where to reach for her real weapon.  Bullets could be blocked by various forms of armor.  However, blades made from the frigid air itself were nearly impossible to see or avoid.  The manager went down before he even realized that his heart had been stabbed.

After doing her best to stuff the corpse into a nearby cupboard, she pressed on to the storage room.  One of her bobby pins broke, but she managed to figure out the lock almost immediately.

A young colt looked up when he saw the newcomer.

“It’s your lucky day, kid,” commented the mare, “Let’s get you out of here.”

With a quick swipe with her invisible blades, she freed the colt from his bindings.

“Wait, you’re not one of those creeps,” he noted aloud, “Who are you?”

She stood there as some pony staring in spite of having blind eyes herself.

“My name… is White Snow.”