The small unicorns prance through the snow, tumbling through the frozen jasmine bushes as they chase after one another. A high nicker carries over the crisp air, causing a commotion through the ranks, their little legs carrying them through the winter drifts hurriedly. The little foals break through a copse of sandalwood trees, the branches bare and glistening with a layer of ice. They race towards the mare prancing patiently across the field, her musky breath hitting the air in mighty plumes of shimmering color. As the foals reach their mother they raise their wedged heads up, the starfruit shaped markings around their little horns glowing with their excitement. Mother mare greets each one, busily checking each over for any injury. Satisfied, she tosses back her mane, the peonies sending up a fragrant mist as she canters off, her younglings playfully romping behind.