I can feel it, even though it's just in something I'm writing! Picture this: you are Snowdrop. You're sitting on a cloud in the sky. You can't see. The wind ruffles the feathers in your wings. And it's freaking cold up there. What happens next?

That's the whole idea. You are Snowdrop. Or at least, a guy you can relate to is. Throw in a pack of smokes, and the fact that you are Snowdrop in the time of the Mane 6 when Snowdrop is supposed to have passed away a long time ago...and that's going to be a very different adventure/comedy fic.

People are jumping onboard, so I must be doing something right with it--even though I have no idea what it is. Happy belated 2nd birthday to the creator of snowflakes! And I hope you guys enjoy.