A Very Special Canterlot High Holiday.

Norman Kingsley Kicked the snow off his boots without much thought on what leaving wet snow on a school hallway would have. Nor did he see the girl behind him with the snow white hair with blue highlights, long deep blue winter coat and snow leggings, and the long blue scarf around her neck. Maybe if he had noticed that girl behind him, he would have kept the snow on his boots, but then again such a decision probably wouldn't have led to the best day of Kingsley's life. The girl's shoe touched the slightly slicked polished floor, and not being a properly rubber soled boot, the lack of friction between that sole and wet floor, caused her to slip.

"AAAIIIEEE!" she squeaked helplessly as she lost her balance and began to fly backwards, Norman himself didn't get how or why, but he turned to see the girl falling, and maybe it was a hero complex he didn't realize he had, or maybe it was a drive to help the cute girl in distress, but as he leaned forward and wrapped an arm around her back, she reached up and grabbed the straps of his backpack, the girl was saved.

"you alright Ms.?" He asked as she looked up at him, her eyes though cloudy and whitish blue were wide and frozen in fear. Her chest rose and fell in rapid motions as her hands felt all over Norman, he was about ask why so grabby when he suddenly realized. The way she reached out desperately to who it was holding onto her like that, despite being on her feet, he let the girl go and asked, "Ms. can you?...Are you?" He struggled to get the words out. As she calmed down and adjusted her coat before turning her head in the direction of his voice.

"Blind? Yes I am, but its okay, I understand you were only trying to help me seeing me fall." She bent down and began feeling around, It was then that Norman noticed she had dropped an armful of her school books and the signature white and red tipped cane a blind girl like her would often have. Norman Picked it up and held it before asking again.

"Can I take you your hand to help you?" He said holding it out to her even though she obviously couldn't see it. However the girl held her hand out and locked with it wrapping her fingers around his. "How'd you do that?" He asked as he packed her books together with the book belt and held it for her.

"I followed your voice, plus my hands can sorta feel things in front of them before I even touch them, its like a compensation for having never had any sight." She said as her glossy eyes stared with utmost intent, forever locked with out any perception to what they could do but...they were very beautiful eyes despite all that, and Norman noticed it. As he held her hand, her slender and gentle fingers in with his in an initially very platonic and friendly manner, Norman couldn't help but notice the looks the others where giving him. Most were misguided by the fact that he was holding her hand and close, but they shrugged it off when they realized he was only being helpful. a few of the less understanding of the alumni did however think differently. Hoops smirked as he walked behind them both a devious glint in his eye.

"Her norm, Didn't know you had a disability kink! You watch amputee porn too?" He said with his wicked laughter, as he followed behind them as they walked, his laughter echoing in the halls as they sped up a bit to get away, Norman retorted.

"It's not like that ass wipe! I was only helping her to class!" He sped up making the girl gasp and cry out a bit. their pace quickening and becoming more frantic, a few other students getting bumped and jostled by them as they made their way guide-less through the school.

"Oh! please Mr. Norm, slow down." She cried as her feet shuffled to keep up. He saw that Hoops wasn't following them so he did.

"It's Norman Ms. not "Norm" and I'm sorry but he just..that guy pisses almost everyone off being crude and vulgar about just about everything and everyone. I'd bet money even at the risk of being expelled for it, he'd have made fun of you being...well...blind." He said as they stopped, Norman realizing that he had no idea where this girl's class was. He looked at her cool blue and soft face, the gentle curves and lines of it like the strokes of a pencil had drawn her to life, and her eyes. he knew she couldn't see but it just felt...so right to look into them. Even when they don't work, nothing can take away their function as the gateway to the soul. She reached her delicate fingers up and placed them on his face, before tapping and running her fingers along it.

"Ummm Ms. what are you?" He asked blushing red in the cheeks as she ran her digits along the cheek bones and rims of his eye sockets.

"Oh I"m sorry it's just...I...I'm using my sense of touch to...''draw" the details of your face, I may not be able to fully see what it looks like, but the way I can take in ever detail of the bones and skin of someone's face with my hands...It's almost as if."

"You can tell what I look like?" He said as he held her by the wrists and guided her hands along his face, she smiled as the "Image of the handsome, soft faced young man who had been so helpful and considerate of her, even protective of her."

"Yes, and I like what I...see." She said smiling as her hands pulled away from him slowly. "I'm Snowdrop by the way, so you can stop calling me Ms." She said giggling giddily as she took her books and held her cane out. "I'm new here and I need to find Principal Celestia's office to get my schedule, do you mind taking me on one more trip?" She asked before Norman looked at the office door that they had stopped in front of, It was Celestia's. He also noticed that just above the frame, the principal had hung a sprig of mistletoe, but she wouldn't be able to tell that it was there.

"We're...we're at Principal Celestia's office." Norman said as she smiled and leaned up planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned red and placed a finger gently on the spot she had pecked. "Snow? what was that for?" He asked as she turned the knob of the office door.

"I know there's a mistletoe above us." She said winking at him and tilting her head up at the general direction of the door frame.

"But how?" He asked equally baffled.

"The letter she usually sends to new students, she sent to me in a recording, and mentioned how she always hangs a sprig of the stuff over her door, and I know we're there, I read the braille on her doorplate." She said running a hand over the the little bumps just bellow the golden nameplate of the Principal's door. "Merry Christmas Norman, hope to see you again soon." She vanished inside the doorway and left him with his fingers to feel the soft and warm patch of his cheek where her tender and gentle lips had planted the sweet and stolen kiss.