Looping Over Feeling

Snow melted as it made contact with the heat field emanated by Sunset’s horn. It dripped as water to the ground, mixing with the red splattered across the white landscape.

Her face was set in a firm line, standing over what remained of the pony she cared for most. A twitch was the only tell to the raging inferno of rage that she kept tightly bottled up inside of her.

“Do you want to start again?”

The voice was raspy, like a veteran coal miner that had inhaled too much mineral dust. There was a playful tone to it, the kind a hustler uses when trying to scam a pony out of money. It grated on her nerves causing Sunset to grind her teeth just to hold back her urge to blast the annoyance in the face.

“Buck you,” Sunset hissed.

“That’s not a ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”

She growled.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” She replied through gritted teeth.

“See? Was that so hard?”

“Just shut up and send me back.”

“Very well. I shall. Merry Hearth’s Warming, Sunset.”

The snow blew harder, obscuring her vision as it reached whiteout conditions. She was enveloped in its cold embrace as the tinkling of bells filled her ears.