A weary and scarred yet young bishop, who'd like nothing better than to retire to his home, trudges through the doors of the cabin. The wind and snow from the outside weather whips at his long blonde tail and stepping into the warmth of the room manages to bring him relief. A green sweater, one in only slight contrast to his own eyes, fits snugly on the tall body of the alchemist. His blonde mane isn't messy or curly, it seems to have been groomed, perhaps for a special occasion, or perhaps for someone in particular.
His emerald eyes flicker about and he catches sight of several familiar faces, but he doesn't quite spot the stallion he's looking for. He assures himself that he'd be here soon and sits himself by the fireplace, melting frost from his nose.
Bella Star4234 wrote:{recap?}
Snow started as somepony yelled across the cabin, his large wings shooting out. The slim redheaded unicorn beside his ducked calmly "You're even more jumpy than usual" she pointed out. He sighed slightly. Scarlet Blush had been his friend for years, back before he even left Canterlot, and she missed nothing.
"I'm just not a good guest" Snow muttered. Scarlet laughed, pointing to the door, opened by another pony.
"You're not a very good host either" she reminded him. He gasped, the sudden realisation of this being his own party dawning on him, and tightening his scarf he walked quickly to the door.
"Sorry" he apologised to Rumble "She is right, you are not the host" he turned to the newly arrived pony "I am. Though perhaps not a very good one. I'm Snow, Mountain Snow"
Cosmic~Wallaby wrote:Bella Star4234 wrote:{recap?}Snow started as somepony yelled across the cabin, his large wings shooting out. The slim redheaded unicorn beside his ducked calmly "You're even more jumpy than usual" she pointed out. He sighed slightly. Scarlet Blush had been his friend for years, back before he even left Canterlot, and she missed nothing.
"I'm just not a good guest" Snow muttered. Scarlet laughed, pointing to the door, opened by another pony.
"You're not a very good host either" she reminded him. He gasped, the sudden realisation of this being his own party dawning on him, and tightening his scarf he walked quickly to the door.
"Sorry" he apologised to Rumble "She is right, you are not the host" he turned to the newly arrived pony "I am. Though perhaps not a very good one. I'm Snow, Mountain Snow"
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