The gelding pranced around in the snow, soft flakes continuing to fall around him. In his mane was a blue ribbon, with a bell tied to the end that jingled at each stride. Quiz had his head held high, strutting around proudly still. The darkness of his coat would contrast against the soft snow he stepped in, while the rest of him seemed to almost disappear into the cold powder below.
He let out a soft nicker towards the other ponies, trotting closer to the group. They all al...
