As the final chords dissipated into the snow, Twilight stomped her hooves.
"Gosh, that was wonderful!"
"Thank you."
"I'm sorry, I don't have any bits on me, I... uh." Twilight shifted, gesturing to her saddlebags, laden with trinkets for her friends.
"Not to worry, Twilight Sparkle. I wanted to play that for you."
"Oh? Well, that's very nice of you. I actually know that piece, from when I was living in Canterlot."
"I know."
"Hmm? You do?"
"I... Well, it was very frequently played by m... Musicians at the school there."
"Oh, that makes sense. Gosh, is it dark already?"
"Don't worry, Twilight Sparkle, it just set fully. Just the one song."
"Oh..." She ears folded back, then drooped forward.
"I asked you to pause, to hear it. You... you don't remember, do you?"
"I... No, I'm sorry."
"Oh. Um, well, don't worry about it. What matters is... Is that you stayed. For the song, I mean."
"Of course! It was beautiful."
"Thank you."
"Reminds me of... Of home, I guess. Maybe it's just me, but I think you played it better than I ever remember."
"Thank you for saying so."
"Um... Well, thank you again for the music. I really should get going though..." She gestured with a hoof.
"Of course. Hearth's Warming events call."
"Right. Have a good Hearth's Warming, yourself, miss... I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."
"Don't worry about it. My name is Lyra. Lyra Heartstrings. Have a great Hearth's Warming, Twilight Sparkle."