She circled once, lazily over the city below, which looked resplendent in the festive colours of Hearth's Warming below as they spilled onto the white snow of the rooftops. It reminded her of her days as a foal, looking up at the ceiling as the small coloured lanterns they hung on the Hearth's Warming tree lit up the pine needles and cast odd, conflicting shadows on the ceiling above as she lay below it.