Scootaloo, the local loner, goes about her day like any other. She gets ready. She combs her hair. And she flies like nopony's business. One, meadow-filled morning, however, she realizes Equestria is a vast, empty winter.
I've moved on from writing stories that revolve around ponies. That have to be specifically within or dealing with the universe, and writing in a fandom that will not enjoy my work just because it isn't sunshine and rainbows or generic vanilla self-insert bullshit.
a wonderful song, thanks for that