SnowFlare, Pegasus of Ice.

As Snowflare entered his house once again, he sat down heavily, exhausted. Closing his eyes, he summoned his magic and tried to contact Celestia with telepathy.l

Princess Celestia? Are you there? he thought hopefully. There was no response. He waited for a few more minutes, sending out more greeting thoughts. Right before he was about stop, a warm voice greeted him.

Snowflare! How are you? Celestia's voice responded. Snowflare couldn't really help but feel embarrassed; he just didn't know why.

Snowflare, Celestia started, breaking the silence. Do you know your limit?

Snowflare had never really thought about his Magical limit. He rarely used it outside of practice, and even then, his skills were far from fully developed.

No, I don't, he finally said when he realized he wasn't speaking to the Princess. Can you explain it to me?

Well, then, it's time you know. Her voice was somber, making Snowflare frown.

Snowflare, Celestia began. As you know, a unicorn's body is built to support the magical flow from within, allowing their magic to flow directly to their horn. Pegasi, however, have bodies built to endure flight, and rough conditions.

So... Snowflare frowned. What does that mean?

Unfortunately, this means your inner magic cannot flow properly through your body, limiting the amount of energy you can use.

Snowflare's eyes widened. What?

Furthermore, Celestia continued gravely. A unicorn's horn is used to properly channel their flow of magic. Because you have no horn, your magic cannot be channeled in the same way, thus preventing proper control.

Her words hung in the air as Snowflare's shoulders slumped. His ears dropped as the news sunk in. Oh...

Also, I've noticed you've met Rainbow Dash, the Element of Loyalty. she noted in a lighthearted tone, completely off-topic.

Nevertheless, Snowflare was surprised. "Th-that was her?!" he shouted, Completely embarrassed that he hadn't been too respectful with his tone, he slowly slumped to the floor, blushing. Celestia's chuckling voice eased the embarrassment, and he straightened up..

You know, It's nice you're making friends, During Grand Galloping Galas you'd always walk away from the crowd, either to your room or the Gardens. You really loved keeping to yourself, and just being in a quiet space in general.

The embarrassment returned. Snowflare gulped, curtly thinking, Um...aren't we off topic here?

Fortunately, Celestia caught his hint. Anyways...a pegasi's body will require a lot of mental focus to even process enough magic to do a simple defensive spell. she began to explain again.

So offensive spells are out of the question? he interrupted, disappointed.

Correct. At least for now, she replied. I'm sorry, Snowflare.

Well...thank you for telling me, Snowflare sadly thought. He sighed, his shoulders slumping again.

Nevertheless, training must go on. Celestia's voice was firm, as if she were eager to get started.

The first magic I would like you to practice is lowering your body temperature.

Why would that be useful? he asked, puzzled.

Because you can fake your own death, lower the shade of red when you blush...need I go on? Snowflare laughed out loud. He picture his mentor's face grinning, causing him to smile.

You can use it manually, but it automatically kicks in when you get embarrassed or scared., she explained.

So, basically two emotions I never feel? Snowflare joked.

Oh, but what about the time you overheard me talking about you at the--

Point taken! Snowflare cut her off. As his face began to redden, he could feel the cold inside his body, but instead of returning his face to its rightful shade of cyan, it simply lightened the blush to a rosy pink.

Anyways, it's getting late, Snowflare, you should probably go to sleep, Celestia suggested.

It's not like i have anything planned tomorrow, Snowflare muttered, still blushing pink.

I think it's better if you don't keep to yourself, go out and make friends. Celestia's tone was motherly, making him blush further.

The presence of Celestia in his mind vanished, meaning she had stopped telepathy. Snowflare yawned, figuring he should probably go to sleep. He crawled into bed, switched off the lights, and closed his eyes, beginning to drift of to sleep.