The winter season had been frigid and long. Throughout the winter Tejera had been practicing her magic…or trying to. Whenever Tejera attempted to harness her magic, she never could pinpoint it right and it was either a half-hearted attempt or nothing manifested at all. The mare had felt herself slowly becoming frustrated. If she couldn’t master her own magic, then what was she? No…she had to stay positive to herself or else she could never accomplish what she desired. At least the weather was proving to be a distraction. Earlier, the mare had gotten to experience her first snow, watching it fall from the sky and such. It had been quite the blissful moment. Tejera discovered something new and allowed herself to play with it until her curiosity was satiated. But since the new discovery was now a memory, what exactly was going to happen next was ambiguous. Anything could happen at this point, lest it be dull or completely riveting. The past few days, Tejera had been learning about the winter season fully in stride. The mare had only gotten a taste of the celebrations rather than the authentic spirit that was associated with it. Winter was such a peculiar season. Spring was delicate and floral, summer was scorching and arid, fall was cool and fluid, and winter was cold yet jolly. While there were celebrations throughout the year, winter seemed to have the most acknowledged one and everyone seemed so excited to participate. Tejera had felt neutral about it and was waiting to see what was in store for her. So far, she hadn’t been disappointed and was actually excited to see the future. Slowly, the clouds had begun to darken and any remaining light that seeped through them faded, shrouding the world almost in complete darkness. Snow continued to fall and the air seemed to become a little colder. The veilhorn had to admit that even with her winter coat, she still felt the temperature somewhat. The darkness that accompanied the twilight that was closing in didn’t last long as something would catch the mare’s eye. The sky was lit with a phenomenon Tejera had only seen from the veilhorns who could harness the power to do so. It started off as a single streak of light in the sky before a ribbon of illumination unfolded before her eyes. Among the stars happened to be an aurora borealis, vibrant in greens, blues, and purples as it cascaded across the sky. The cosmos that twinkled behind it made it almost appear like sparkles, a special garment only the sky could wear.The way it flickered and slowly traveled over to where Tejera was standing was enough to leave her breathless. The lights from the luminous spectacle basked her form in a soft light that matched the color of an emerald. A content sigh withdrew from her in a plume that faded into the air. How this was entirely possible exceeded her knowledge but the fact that someone was able to harness a power like this was to be studied and meant to be admired. Maybe winter was truly a magical season after all. Snow crunching under the weight of her hooves, the mare walked ahead and scanned her surroundings to see if she could find somewhere more elevated to enjoy the lights. The beauty of the borealis was enrapturing and served as a good distraction for Tejera to enjoy time to herself a bit. Personally, she liked the small streaks of purple that fluttered now and then, which matched the color of her elemental alignment. In fact, Tejera’s favorite color was purple, even if the qualities of it hadn’t been mastered by her own hand…er hoof yet. In the distance before her, the roan mare spotted a snowy hill, particles of the snowflakes twinkling under the aurora borealis. In their manner, they seemed to be inviting her, as if guiding her to achieve a better view. Tejera approached at a conservative trot until she reached the peak of the hill, it wasn’t too low to miss the borealis and it wasn’t too high to be considered a strain. At the top, the mare lowered herself carefully until she was partially on her side to be able to look up comfortably and watch. If winter was always this spectacular, she might just have to participate more often when it came around. While she hadn’t gotten a taste of the festivities yet. A village wasn’t too far away, she hoped. Time seemed to pass quickly and Tejera was slightly afraid that she wouldn’t be able to see it at its fullest before the season ended. She wasn’t from here obviously and to her, it would mean something special if she experienced something that she could verbally pass on as a memory. Her mother certainly would enjoy hearing about it when she returned from her travels! There was one positive to take from this. There were veilhorns who could replicate this specific element from their horn and perhaps when she was feeling bored, she could politely ask them to show her the lights. It wouldn’t feel the same as witnessing a real one in the snow, but it was still something to look forward to so that cherished moment could be kept alive. The borealis was also oddly comforting, its lights hypnotizing enough to calm her. Perhaps, she might just be able to take a brief nap to regain some strength for her traveling. For now, she got to enjoy what nature had to offer. Eventually, her eyes became lidded as drowsiness began to settle in and the mare yawned. She lowered her head to the ground before nodding off into a peaceful sleep full of bliss, her sides rising and falling slowly as her pulse slowed to a comfortable pace. Up above, the dancing lights of the sky performed their waltz in order to bid her goodnight. Whatever tomorrow held in store was hopefully just as exciting as today had been.