Chapters The Hooves Family's Winter Outing (Derpy)
Dinky Hooves' tiny ears twitched at the sound of the pure snow crunching underneath her hooves. The soft flakes of delicate frost swirled around the foal's head as she inhaled the cool breath of winter. The season was alive, and so was Dinky. She frolicked among the snow covered pathways, waltzing about as her mane swirled about in the blowing wind. She tugged on Amethyst Stars' scarf, causing the older mare to meet the foals' gaze. The younger unicorn motioned towards the snow covered hillsides as she danced among the falling flakes of ice. The eldest one acknowledged her sister with a wink, then dashed off into the flurry of crystalline ice, and towards the snow covered hillsides that lay ahead.
As Dinky rushed to join the older mare in the snow, their mother gave a joyful sigh. To see her children's bright faces filling up with such joy brought a warm feeling to her heart. Muffin trotted behind her kin, leaving a fine trail of dainty, hoof-shaped imprints in her wake. She took pride in her happy foals, and it was showing upon her beaming face as Muffin rejoined the other ponies on the snowy hillside, laughing away and smiling underneath the grey winter clouds.
To whom may I compare you to
Her lavender touch soothes my nerves as she brushes past me
Through ruptured lies she sways
Language is the window to your heart
I wish to gaze upon her opulent eyes once more
A piercing gaze that strikes my heart
A Blustery Stroll (Princess Celestia)
The air was crisp on Hearth's Warming Eve, and the grey, snow-filled clouds were gathered above Canterlot. All of the technicolor residents were nestled safely away in their homes beside their roaring fireplaces, engaging themselves in the winter holiday's cheerful festivities... all except for one lone alicorn, whose hooves landed gently down on the feathery snow that lay upon the walkway of the once bustling city. Each warm breath from her lungs intruded upon the frozen wintry air; the moist molecules of fresh oxygen freezing upon coming into direct contact with below-zero temperatures and creating a delicate fog that drifted lazily away from the pony. Her brightly colored scarf swirled with the wind as her pastel mane whipped smoothly past her face with the blowing of the gentle breeze.
Princess Celestia lifted her head to look towards the clouds above, which were constantly dropping meticulously crafted snowflakes as the seconds ticked by. She took a deep breath of cold air, relishing the taste of a new winter as the freezing air sent a sharp tingling sensation down her windpipe with each collected breath. The princess held out her brightly colored hoof to catch a single fake of the delicate white substance that drifted down from above. The white mare gazed upon the pure flake as it gently melted away in her warm hoof, studying its intricate patterns as the tiny crystal vanished.
She lifted her head towards the sky; her deep lavender hued eyes closed as she took a deep breath inwards, savoring the taste of the fresh seasonal air.
Time seemed to slow in that moment. The swirling flakes of winter's legacy drifted towards the earth with fine grace as the alicorn's mind calmed immensely, flushing out the stress of a long day's stressful work. The cool rush of air all around her created a smooth, graceful waltz of frozen air that lapped at Celestia's technicolor mane, lifting each lone strand of her flowing apparatus a few centimeters upwards as the calming wind caressed each feathery layer of her ethereal hair.
The slow song of winter rose from the frost-blanketed earth, enrapturing the tall mare with its serene melody. The tiny, elegant snowflakes danced about in the frigid climate, enticing the branches from the snow-covered trees to sway back and forth. The seemingly barren plants sprang to life in that moment, undulating with winter's cool, blustery kisses. A sharp sensation pricked at the tip of Celestia's snout, allowing the cold air to seep into her velvety, white fur and fill her warm body with sheer joy as the wind's tempo picked up speed.
Princess Celestia unfurled her massive, vibrant wings and bent her knees at a sharp angle, pushing her hooves off of the frosty land as she swiftly lifted her bundled body upwards once more. She took to the air, spreading her wings as far as she could in an effort to capture every whisper that winter had to offer. The mare rose higher into the air, frolicking in the open air with a wide, joyous smile adorning her cheeks. She dipped downward for but a moment before giving on graceful flap of her well-preened wings relishing in the cool air that drifted to and fro with winter's rhythmic flow, each jubilant moment granting the white mare greater jubilance in her upbeat, yet tender winter dance.
She whipped her elegant wings to the left side, crossing her rightmost wing over her breast and gently drifting to the right. She dipped downwards once more, rising sharply into the air and spreading her front hooves to embrace the sky above her head in a commanding dance, which beckoned each and every stray flake surrounding her to circle her shimmering body. The wind seemingly sang out as the princess directed the snowfall with fluid, graceful movement, caressing the sky with her feathery wings as the cheerful air belted out gales of frozen melodies that took the nearby tree branches up into their joyous dance. Every asset of winter meshed and drifted to the rhythms winter's seasonal song, complimenting the powerful alicorn leader's movements with tact and moving together in perfect harmony. No longer did the heavens have control of the skies; Celestia was the conductor now.
Celestia twirled among the frozen air, guiding the waiting wind and changing the subtle flow of pure snow. She danced among the clouds for what seemed like an eternity before nature's unadulterated, frosty liveliness died down, leaving Princess Celestia with but a slow, fading breeze of frost-bitten air. Just like that, the feeling was gone. Like the dying kiss of a wounded lover fading into a lonely night, the winter's cheerful spirit had left the royal mare standing in the cold with her soft, fleece-lined winter apparel.
Although winter's melodies had failed to resume, not all liveliness was drained from that moment. Princess Celestia angled her massive wings, which were surprisingly light, and gently flapped. This action alone allowed for a slow, gentle descent. She savored every wisp of icy wind that blew her way as she drifted downwards, smiling contently as winter's cheer sobered in Canterlot's evening air. As the princess reached the welcoming pavement below, the dreary clouds above enveloped the sky, dimming the light of the fading sun.
The princess looked to the sun, smiling warmly as it beckoned its mistress to lower its light in an effort to pave the way for a much needed nighttime cycle. After a long winter's day, the sun's energy above Equestria's segment of the planet was surely exhausted by now, inciting the alicorn to make her way back to the palace and set her cosmic child to rest among the heavens. With a fresh, stress-free mind, Princess Celestia lifted her wings and took to the skies, drifting gently towards her residential tower within the palace. Her love for winter, which had not been roused for 1000 years, was now reignited, and the princess couldn't be happier.
She landed atop her balcony and shed her warm clothes, feeling the silky smooth fabric rub against her fur as she peeled each fabric from her bright, white fur. Celestia trod over to her balcony, with not a shred of longing for the cool wind, as her sprightly dance with winter had fulfilled her desire to feel the cold against her fur once more after 1000 years of winter's lonely absence from her career. The princess gazed over towards her sister's tower, smiling as she saw the deep blue mare plod sleepily out from her towering residence. There was no need to fret now. Luna was safe, and winter was in full-throttle.
As the younger alicorn took notice of her elder sister's presence across the way, she waved, inciting a nod of acknowledgement from the solar princess. Celestia's chest puffed out with pride as her sister beamed, the joy of simply seeing her older sister rippling throughout her facial muscles. The elder mare smiled and looked to the sun. Now that the two sisters could rule in harmony once more, she had no doubts that the future would be bright for both of them. Celestia's horn glowed with a sunny aura as she took up the sun within her loving, magical embrace. For one thousand straight years, raising and lowering the sun had dwindled in novelty, becoming a dreadful chore that only served to remind the princess of her sister's absence.
Now that she had returned, Celestia could finally enjoy her day again. Finally, she was at peace, after 1000 years if sorrow. She lifted her head and beamed at the cosmos, laying the sun to rest among the stars as the Equestrian skies embraced the coming joy of night. No longer was the moon a symbol of fear and regret, but of passion and sisterly love. Once again, Celestia could enjoy the day to night cycle without the guilt of her sister's imprisonment and envy weighing down on both of the royal sister's shoulders. Celestia chuckled softly.
She could already smell breakfast.
Clear skies reflect off of your deep retina
I think I'm seeing pink
Ill spoken truths roll through the hillsides
Motherly Love (Chrysalis)
The changeling queen stretched her weary chitin-clad limbs, listening to the crinkling and crackling of her worn and weary exoskeleton. Judging by the way her skin was shifting, she could safely assume that molting would be her first priority on the dawn of the next day. As she laid her hindquarters down to sit upon the well kept floor of the hive, the queen began to hear the rustling of countless wings as well as numerous light, hollow hoof steps, all of which were getting closer to where she sat. Soon enough, she saw the first changeling poke its head around the corner of the room, then excitedly dash up to its mother in order to be the first one to curl up next to her. Queen Chrysalis grinned widely as she embraced her children, all of whom were struggling to get a position right next to their queen.
She reached for a small group of particularly young changeling who were dwelling right off to the side, levitating them into the air and setting them in front of her. The queen reached her hole filled forelegs out to the young ones and pulled them in for a hug, pressing them close against the smooth skin of her chest. The queen closed her eyes to take a deep breath, feeling the warmth resonating off of her children's bodies as she embraced them. Chrysalis opened her eyes to gaze upon the rest of her brood, smiling a she did so. The love that she provided for her children was reflected upon their beaming faces, giving the queen a warm feeling that began in her chest, moving all throughout her body and leaving a pleasant sensation within her heart. It was clear to the children, and it was true: mother was overjoyed to have the company of her dear changeling brood.
She's a tea kettle
Author's Note
For those unaware, Solar Flare is a fan name for Celestia's version of Nightmare Moon.
Solid stones amidst the bluest seas
Short and sweet
Red hot pools seep through the cracks
Watchful eyes of glowing matter
Dropping through Distant Time
Have you ever had that dream...
Closer and closer they creep
When all is dark for restful slumber
Sweet little chew
Sitting down on the wet concrete
Can you hear the rain?
Grey lilies sit dormant in the valley
I see diamonds in your eyes
I see you standing idly by
Sitting in your golden chalice
Whose skin reflects the pale hues of midnight's love starved sky
Piercing light strikes the air
Dense sound rumbling above the atmosphere
Quiet dawn creeps into view
Tranquil evenings settle upon our world
Soothing dulcent tones caress my ears
She's a mad cruel duchess
Rattling cries tremble throughout the decaying building
Seventy Five Degrees Below Zero
Winter is cold
Shrill screams pierce the air
Your hatred rips the air like blades through jelly
The wolves are hungry
Love blooms like daffodils in the spring
Her light shines upon us all
Why don't you sing?
What words can I use to describe your presence?
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Heart is Where the Hearth is (Amethyst Star)
The air was fairly warm in the Hooves' household as a passionate blaze sizzled in the brick fireplace. Thin wisps of smoke rose up the chimney and out into the cold air, joining the relentless storm blowing restlessly in the outside world. The violently swirling snow gathered upon the windows and covered the edges of clear glass closest to the framing of the panes, leaving tiny patterned flakes stubbornly sticking the frozen glass.
All was quiet in the quaint Ponyville residence, save for the vicious howling of the blustery wind outside the safety of the warm walls. Upstairs, a small unicorn foal lay in the comfort of her bed curled up with a book. Within the kitchen was a gentle grey pegasus, who waited patiently beside the oven as her blueberry muffins began to rise. The irresistible scent of fresh, gooey, solidifying pastries wove throughout the house as the cold, heartless wrath of the mid-winter blizzard thrashed about in the outside world.
As the wind howled, a silent pink mare sat before the hearth, levitating a plush scarf into the air with her magic. She sighed as the fluffy material wrapped around her neck, filling her cold neck with a warm, tingling sensation that spread throughout her body as the fibers from the fabric brushed against her skin. The feeling didn't last though, and what little warmth the scarf had provided for her was immediately sapped from every orifice, save for her neck.
The fireplace may have provided the house with a fair amount of warm air, but that warmth was reserved strictly to those in front of the fireplace due to the cruel nature of the freezing storm outside, whose relentlessly invasive tendrils of wicked air seeped in through every crack in the walls. Although the rest of her body was still left in the cold, the pink pony didn't seem to mind. The unicorn mare looked over towards the kitchen; gazing lovingly at her sweet mother sitting silently by the oven. She may have been cold on the outside, but her love for her family was what kept her heart the warmest, even without a scarf.
