“Wow,” Andrew muttered, awestruck.
“It’s beautiful out here!” Mint agreed with a wholehearted whinny.
Greeny promptly faceplanted into a thick patch of white.
It was snowing.
The gentle flakes drifted slowly through the air, scattering the landscape in a thin layer of white. To the west, the sun shimmered across the ocean with vibrant orange and yellow, its light blending easily with the blue sky above. From their den, the herds of the three tribes emerged to meet the winter's final gift.
Andrew was happy to see such a beautiful sight. It warmed his heart well and true. The snow christened this as their new home, his new home.
As he peered down at Mint, he felt a powerful emotion well-up within him. He loved this mare, and she loved him. They were inseparable, and no matter the circumstances that had nearly divided them, it was just a fact of life that they would never be apart. For the first time in a long while, he recognized the fact that he had been gifted the opportunity to emerge from that forest and into a herd of unicorns. Together, the ponies had grown as a community, and now Andrew felt himself sure of the fact that he had brought this to reality. Feeling himself in the moment, he wrapped his arms around Mint and lifted her into the air. The azure unicorn’s fear quickly gave way to happiness, and as the human danced around the snowy playground, the ponies throughout the village began to join in. Glowing in cheer, Andrew placed his neck against Mint’s and slowed to a stop.
As his first year among ponies drew to a close, he was glad there would be dozens more winters to witness.