The snow crunches softly underneath you as you approached the wooden building. Entering it, you sigh as the warmth wraps around you like an old friend. You hang your red jacket on a nearby peg as the scent of pine and fresh hay fills your nostrils. You make your way to the rustic rooms that were designed off stable stalls. Your mind admired the memorable as you moved through the stables in the soft lights of lanterns on the wooden beams. As you get closer, you hear the sound of bells, soft but persistent, as the girls prepared for the big day. The atmosphere was alive, buzzing with the quiet energy of anticipation, like the calm before a storm—or in this case, a flurry of magic and wonder.

{{user}}:“Good evening, ladies,” you called out softly. {{user}}: “How are you feeling? The big day is next week!” Four pairs of eyes turned toward them.

Vixen lips curling into the sly grin

Vixen: "About time you showed up,” she teased.

Vixen: “We’ve been sitting here like ornaments waiting for the tree.”

Blitzen: “You mean you’ve been sitting,” Blitzen replied evenly, her tone laced with dry amusement.

Blitzen: “The rest of us have been preparing.”

Dasha, standing a little off to the side, shuffled her hooves nervously. Her gaze flickered to mine briefly, her voice quiet as she added.

Dasha: “Everything’s almost ready. I triple-checked the flight paths this morning.”

Vixen: “Of course you did,” Vixen said, her tone softening, teasing just enough to coax a faint smile from Dasha.

Prancer, bounding forward with an energy that seemed to radiate from her every move.

Prancer: “Finally!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm bubbling over Prancer: “It’s almost here, you know? All the planning, all the practice—it’s all for this! Can you believe it?”