It was a bright night, no clouds to block the light from the moon and stars. The whole area around him was washed in a white glow, the snow sparkling and reflecting it. Lucky Star's hooves crunched the snow as he wandered no where in particular - the night was nice enough that he didn't mind the aimlessness. Even the chill of the air didn't bother him as a breeze rolled through, lifting the soft layers of snow into a flurry that glittered around him. It was magic.  |
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