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"If you want to get better at anything, you have to be able to enjoy being bad at it." (PFP by @renawoods.bsky.social)

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Hearth's Warming traditions are often the same for ponies and creatures as they are every year, but this year Tempest gets to experience something new and different. And she learns that changelings are used to new and different.

Cover art by Raystarkitty


This was written for Melody Song as a part of Jinglemas 2020! For more information about Jinglemas, checkout our group!


Dramatic reading by Melody Song themselves can be found here!

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Comments ( 13 )

Aww! That is so beautiful, I love it! Thank you so much! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Not bad. Have an upvote from me.

That was a cute story, and with Tempy, who is one of many best horses, good job!

Also fix this you cretin.

With a loud fwoosh,

It's goobered up.

Other then that, good show.

Happy Frieza Day!/Merry Christmas!

"Lock the door behind us, and fetch the griffon for the post. It’s about time he learns what it’s like standing in a Canterlot winter."

Oh, I dunno...I always had the sneaking suspicion that winter in Griffonstone wasn't exactly a walk in a park either. And if it's the griff I think it is...

Awww, I love this, was very sweet. Contains three of my favourite ships which is always a plus. Having the dragons and changelings come was a very nice touch, and I can totally see the floating mistletoe being a thing in the crystal empire.
Great work

Now I'm thinking Tempest, awash with good cheer and holiday mood, ended up divvying the gempile she won between the dragons.

This was a cool story, and an fun idea on how to get two canonically withdrawn characters to open up a little. Adorable :twilightsmile:

Well, that was fun and enjoyable. Though, it looks like you forgot to edit the last part with Tempest’s story, as there’s quite a few grammatical derps. But hey, I’ll never turn down some sweet Tempest/Pharynx shenanigans.

Merry Christmas to you and yours, and a happy new year.

Changelings are sweet dorks

That was a sweet Tempest story

As the chariot fell from the sky, Tempest was surprised to see green. Grass, moss, and trees that were just as vibrant and lively as they would be in spring. It was far warmer—though a chilly breeze still made the sweater a blessing—than Canterlot and the skies above the clouds. The hive itself jutted out of the valley with an imposing presence a fair distance away.

As a Texas resident, I felt this paragraph.

And to think you doubt your abilities as a writer and storyteller. Aside from a few minor grammar hiccups, this was a flawless slice of life, with a tasteful side of Emberax shipping, because only men and women of culture do that.

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