As the alicorn struggled through the raging storm, she cursed her foolishness in flying so far from her home. Growing up on the southern edge of the mountains, where even the higher peaks often only ever had patches of snow, she had long wanted to view the night sky above a blanket of white, to soar with only the light of the stars above her and their reflected glow below her. When a friend had told her that the first snows had come to the northern peaks, she decided the time had come. But after flying on and off all day, instead of finding the clear, starlit night she had dreamed of, another snowstorm had caught her by surprise.
She had flown before in rain, but the biting cold was quickly sapping her strength, and she knew nothing of the terrain around her. To top it off, the swirling snow kept blocking her vision, and she didn't trust herself to land safely - not that continuing to fly was any better. She felt the edges of panic begin to overtake her normally calm mind, and she fought it, knowing that it would almost certainly mean her death. And yet, without a miracle, she didn't see any way out of this situation regardless...
