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// Visitor 
// Story: Her Eyes Reflect The Stars 
// by Lynwood 
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The Rarity apparently scared the absolute socks off of Willow and her twins. I could hear the screams from across the town.

I rushed there as fast as I could. Willow was standing in front of the door, assuring everypony that it was alright, there was no cause for concern. We waited there for Furrow to arrive from the wall, and then we went inside.

The Rarity sat in the center of their living room, playing patty-cake with Willow's foals. She looked exactly like the stories said: an alabaster coat with a brilliant gray-streaked purple mane and a luxurious cloak. She was stunningly beautiful, too, in a refined sort of way. Apparently, this was exactly how she had looked generations ago, during the Event. I could hardly believe it.

"Oh, hello!" she said as we entered. "Again, I'm terribly sorry, Willow. I never meant to scare you."

Willow took her hoof and shook it gently. "Oh, it was just a little startling, it's nothing to fret about. Let me introduce you to my husband, Furrow."

Furrow respectfully took her hoof. "It's an honor to meet you."

"And this is our good friend, Spearhead." I nodded my greetings.

"Well, thank you for your hospitality." The Rarity put a hoof over her chest. "It's just dreadful that I appeared here without any memory of travel!" She examined the inside of the cabin as she spoke. "Though... I do enjoy this rustic chic. Now, where exactly am I?"

"You're in Snowhaven," Willow said. "It's a little town in the Crystal Mountains, so it's a real honor to host a Rarity. I just wish it could have been during less worrying times." 

"'A' Rarity?" The beautiful mare laughed. "Darling, I assure you, I am one-of-a-kind."

Willow, Furrow, and I all gave each other a look.

"What?" the Rarity said. "What is it?"

"Ah," I said, searching for the right words, "you had better come with me, miss."

"Oh... alright, I suppose."

She took in the village as we made the short walk to the old house we generously called our town hall. Ponies shored up windows and walls or hauled timber on sleds all around us. When she spotted a hoofful of guards armored in plated barding and practicing with their pikes, she pointed a dainty hoof. 

"Are you preparing to attack somepony?" the Rarity asked. "You know, there are ways to solve problems without violence— I could help mediate an agreement if you like."

I shook my head. "We're preparing to defend ourselves, unfortunately."

"But surely if you just tried to–"

"That's not the case," I interrupted. "I'm sorry for being harsh, but you don't understand. That's why I'm taking you here."

I pushed open the town hall's door and allowed her inside. The space that isn't taken up by shelves of pre-Event books and scrolls and magical artifacts was bathed in darkness. I moved to light a candle, but the Rarity lit her horn and gave me a little smile. I nodded my thanks and led her to the back room.

"This is where we keep our treasures," I said, pushing past the village's most valuable heirlooms to a little box at the back of the room. There were three bound books atop it. I take one, set aside the others, and lifted the box's lid.

The Rarity gasped when she saw its contents: a faded turquoise maneband. "W-where did you get that?" she stammered. "That doesn't belong to you!"

"I know," I said, picking it up as gently as I could. "She left it for you."