#wintersnow

G3 Pony 018 - Winter Snow

"All winter long, you can be sure to find Winter Snow in her favorite place the skating pond. After she practices her fancy flips and jumps, she gives lessons to the younger ponies, so they can put on an ice show to their friends."

The unique thing about this G3 pony is the fact she shares the exact same description of a pony a little further down the line in my redesign list, Snowflake. So I'll have to get creative to make them different from each other. Idk yet if I'm going to make them skating partners or if I'll come up with something else. I will most likely make them siblings but we'll see.

There was no earthly reason why their shared abode should look like an ice castle on the outside and have a set of rooms on the inside that were decorated in late 1960s/early 1970s American bad taste.

No reason at all, except that it amused them both.

Then again, there was no Earthly reason why a primordial being should love an immortal demihuman, or why that love was returned in full measure.

But they did love another.  And that was reason enough to power a pocket dimension of their joint making.

"Honey, I'm home!"

"Hello, dear heart. Good day at the office?"

"Oh, fair to middling. Yours?"

"Same. I dropped in on Mother, She sends Her regards."

Cianan stood on tiptoe and gave his partner Richard two kisses on the cheek. "Pass those on to Her the next time you see Her, dear.  Have I ever told you how much I like your Mother?"

"Often enough that I'd get jealous if I were the jealous type, sugarplum." Richard wrapped one long thin arm around his partner and led him to the wood-paneled den, where they cuddled up on the herringbone tweed loveseat like the two humans they were not.

There was a tremor running down Richard's arm that Cianan noticed but did not comment on. He knew whatever was bothering his mate would not stay hidden long. They had been wed for half a millennium, which meant they knew each other's ways.

Indeed, not even a quarter of an hour had gone by, marked by the back-and-forth motion of the tail of the googly-eyed cat clock on the wall before Richard broke the silence.

He blurted out, "Mother thinks there's a crack somewhere. Again." He shuddered. "I know it's just as bad for the cosmos to have nothing existing at all as it is to have everything existing all at once, but… I've only just found you, love. I've had barely any time to show you how happy you make me…"

Now Cianan was alarmed. "You're going away?"

The shrill note of panic in the voice of the mage once known as the Winter Warlock was almost palpable. Five centuries of union with his beloved Snowy still had not banished all the previous centuries of abandonment issues.

Richard heard that shrill note and hastened to reassure Cianan. "No, no, not if I can help it, my sweet. I'll bring you along, I promise. But there may be a teeeensy-weeensy bit of danger that we might not get back here.  That we might end up…. Well…"

"Well?" Cianan prodded.

"Well… somewhere else. Maybe even… someWHEN else. I…. I think."

A bony ungloved hand reached out to clasp an equally bony gloved one in silent anguish.

A chime startled them both out of their misery.  Someone was trying to get in touch.

Richard uncoiled himself and went to the Great Hall, where there was a communications screen shaped like a beveled mirror. Cianan followed close behind.

When the switch was flicked, there appeared a white-haired teen boy in a blue hoodie, brown pants, and no shoes, a staff like a shepherd's crook, balanced under his chin.  He grinned cheerily and said, "Hey, grand-eldritches.  Got a minute to chat?"

As hinted at in previous posts, I'm launching a new RotG crossover 'verse, which will be a subset of several of my fictions, including CITIZEN and the Guardian!Pitch AU. Here are my "old-marrieds" version of Snow Miser and the Winter Warlock, from the Rankin Bass holiday specials.

One’s a cosmic horror; the other's an ascended immortal who was previously human. And they're in love

They call each other Richard and Cianan, and frequently take human form; they've gotten used to humans needing a cultural reference point.

They’re courteous and cooperative with Earth’s newer spirits, such as the Guardians, unless crossed.

[Compared to Richard, even Pitch Black IS a "newer spirit", since in this ‘verse Pitch has only been around since the Cambrian explosion of life on Earth, as has Sandy.]

I understand the ship name is WinterSnow, established by @call-me-winter​.