. . .cities stirred from their wintry slumber, shaking off the heavy cloak of snow and the lingering bite of frost, poised to liberate the slumbering ponies, wakening creatures, and resilient plants from their long, dream-laden sleep. the streets, too, began to bloom with colour, festooned with vibrant decorations – hearts fashioned from paper and cryptic envelopes whispering unspoken affections. mischievous chuckles and playful gossip danced upon the air, heralding the imminent arrival of Valentine's Day. . .

you stood upon one such street, captivated by the sight of two pegasus, their wings a blur as they hoisted a delicate garland of glued paper hearts. the very alleyway seemed to thrum with a newfound vitality, woven from the threads of distant laughter and animated conversations. but your reverie shattered against the sharp edge of a deliberate cough, resonating close by.

“hey..? I'm sorry to disturb you, truly. but i... well, everyone's so busy right now, and i really don't have anyone else to ask... could you possibly help me with a few holiday-related things? please?”

turning towards the gentle voice, you were met with the gaze of a somewhat flustered alicorn, the living embodiment of love itself, for whom this day held a greater import than for any other being. . .