The sunlight died away into a thick and inky blackness. It was almost too much, almost too swallowing, until stars blinked into the sky. The night brought cold winds that tousled the grass, and made Twilight's mane stir around her chilly cheeks. Crickets sang their same old song, and along the breeze came the faint sound of chatting ponies and playing, laughing foals. The blanket under Twilight's stomach was thin but soft, to the point where, if she shifted enough, she could tell that it rested upon smashed blades of grass.
Her friends' warm, comforting coats surrounded her and heated her cold skin. Spike sat tucked beneath her chin, those smooth scales hot by his inner dragon fire.
As the first meteor arced across the sky with a magnificent shine, Twilight snuggled into them, and she smiled. Unfolded her wings and laid them softly over her closest friends. Hugged them close.
Something told her he wouldn't forget this moment for as long as she lived.