The crowd roared as a golden carriage passed by. I could only force myself through a small gap in the group to see what was happening. Only to spot what can only be described as a living goddess of horse people. Pure white fur dawned upon the body, and gold accessories filled her body. The shoes, the tiara, the neckpiece, it was all magnificent. That doesn't even start with her hair, a flowing beauty of pure magic, with the cool colors flowing wonderfully upon her visage, giving the world a flash of color. She is Celestia, isn't she? The crown, the insane aura of magic I am feeling and possibly absorbing from her, is too strong. I feel like I’m set on fire just being here, and that’s not the burn of powerful magic. It's the blush on my face.