#askmidnightspell

Happy Hearth's Warming everypony !! > w <

This year I chose from my followers, especially some who'd been active but there is also a couple of random characters I included here also !

I did a similar picture two years ago so, here is the link to it ! And below I will list everyone included here !

Also I'm really hoping you know who Midnight is cuz idk if you follow that blog... probably should have checked before I wrote all this aaa-

Thoughts & Hopes: Part 1

“It’s only a little longer before you get there,” the drained Colt told himself, “just keep your eyes open and the coffees will surely kick in soon… hopefully.”

Countless worries flooded his already weary mind. Does my mane look alright? What about my bow tie? I’m thirsty… I still have a bit of water, right?

“Wait, I didn’t forget to bring it, did I?” He whispered. “Please don’t tell me I forgot to pack it…”

It had taken the Colt the better part of a day to travel to the furthest reaches of the North, and he absolutely did not want to show up empty-hooved.

He dug through his satchel with great care. The Colt stifled his shortened breaths and ignored his quickening heartbeat, praying that he did not leave it on his desk or wherever he might have forgott-

“Oh, thank the Stars and Skies above…” he audibly sighed, which was met with a cacophony of shushing sounds from everypony around him. He quietly apologised, yet discreetly rolled his eyes.

Taking the train this weekend might have made a mistake, but Midnight Spell had made a promise. Fortunately, he boarded and had found a seat long before Canterlot, and almost exclusively looked out the window, pondering over and over again how today and tomorrow would go.

Maybe the quiet coach wasn’t the best place to sit, though… But as long as the doors stayed closed, he was glad he didn’t have to hear every so-called ‘Noble’ bragging about the gifts they were given this year.

A new dress from the fanciest boutique in the city. Gems stolen from the hoard of a Great Dragon, that sort of ridiculous thing.

Priceless, yet pointless. No true meaning. Given with little love nor care nor much thought, if any at all.

The boutique has dozens of dresses for every creature of every size, the gems were worth and traded for their weight in gold.

Money can buy a lot of things, something these rich Ponies knew all about.

Not this gift. Not for his friend. Or that’s what he hoped. But he would know soon enough.

As the train left the last station before the terminus at the Empire, Midnight gently set his satchel on his lap and closed his eyes. If he was lucky, he would feel a little rested before meeting his friend.

His worries faded as he fell asleep, clutching his bag, and his gift inside.

And for the first time in a while, his sleep was blissful.

Horse

Thank you so much for these, they are amazing!