Pixiestickz

Spin that Record Looked like fall was beginning in Canterlot, the wind was brisk and felt as though it pierced straight to the bone. It blew past a young mare ruffling her coat and nearly taking her hat with it. She hissed sharply raising a hoof to keep her hat in place and burying her muzzle into the matching purple scarf she wore. Her mane was a mess by now she imagined, black tresses strewn about looking all wind-blown. "At least it's not raining." Octavia grumbled ruefully to herself as she trekked to her destination. Trottingham would be suffering a downpour right now she just knew it. Her trot slowed to a slow walk as thoughts of hom