Winter!
Her hair is messy, because that's how my hair gets in winter hehe
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Her hair is messy, because that's how my hair gets in winter hehe
![Image](http://i.imgur.com/Nho7U0b.jpg)
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Artist | slothly [gallery] |
Time spent | 54 minutes |
Drawing sessions | 3 |
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DerbyGirl wrote:Dis design. So cute! ;a; I'll have to think about a form. :3
I WANT THIS PONY!Username- DerbyGirl
Name I'd give it- Dapple Chill
talent I'd give it- Creates snowdrifts!
Cutie Mark I'd give it- I would give her a pile of snow with a snowflake or two hovering above it.
Backstory maybe? A young filly's first memorable winter is always magical. Sure, she's been out in the cold before-but she doesn't remember it. Dapple Chill loved the snow, and what all she could do with it. It was like a huge playground filled with Playdough for her. What other substance was she allowed to use to make snowponies, go sledding, and not have to worry about her mom yelling at her for making a big mess?
Dapple Chill played in the snow often. One thing that fascinated her-on her way to school, often the wind would whip the snow around and create these huge mountains of snow. Her home being sheltered by trees, however, never allowed for such to accumulate. "Oh, how much fun snowdrifts would be to play in too! Then I could make a snow fort in one." the young pony sighed. Then a thought struck her-who said she couldn't make a snowdrift?
Dapple Chill went home from school that day, excited to try out her new idea. She tossed her homework onto the kitchen table and darted out the door before her mom could even say "Hi dearest!". Dapple ran to the opposite side of the house. "Hmm, where to start." She decided to build her snowdrift behind a old oak. Once she found the most perfect, fluffiest snow, she put her magic to the test. Her horn glowed brightly as she summoned a little wind. Her plan worked-her breeze picked up the snow, and carried it over to the aged oak. "Yay!" she squeaked. She did it again...and again, until she had a huge pile behind the tree. Before she got to play with it, however, a familiar voice came out from the house. "Dapple dear, it's time to come-hey, why don't you have a look at your flank. I can see you're busy!"
Dapple turned-and she had a wonderful surprise. Her cutie mark! A pile of snow with some lovely snowflakes drifting down on it. "This has been a wonderful day! Goodbye snowpile, I'll be back later!" she grinned and trotted back towards her home.
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