>You are Shimmer Light.
>... Snow.
>You hate snow.
>It's everywhere.
>You can almost feel the cold through your... nearly-uncountable amount of layers.
>Why did Goldie, of all moths, want to meet with you?
>When you got to her house, Sepia was there also.
>Then Goldie suggested you all go for a walk.
>Out in the cold.
>So you could talk.
>Out in the cold.
>Only Hexferry knows about your hate of it. Still...
>"... And why are you so bundled up anyway?"
>It doesn't help Sepia keeps bringing it up, though most times seem unintentional.
"... It's cold."
>"But it isn't that cold, it's barely-"
>"Well, some have lower cold resistance than others. It's perfectly normal, Sepia."
>Golden Corral has diverted most of them before they pry too far.
>"I guess that make sen-"
>A small wad of snow hits her face. You look to where it probably came from.
>A brown mare with eyes like yours is sticking her tongue out at Sepia.
>Sepia picks up some snow off the ground and tosses it back.
>The mare gets hit in her foreleg and recoils back in fake pain. She falls onto her side.
>... She doesn't move.
>Sepia rushes and gasps. She shakes the mare lightly.
>"Squeak, wake up!"
>She turns back to you and Golden Corral.
>... Her face looks like a somewhat good attempt at fake sadness, but you can see a small smile, like she's trying hard not to laugh.
>"Goldie, what have I done?"
>"She's dead, Sepia. You killed her."
>Sepia raises her hooves to the sky.
>"No!"
>The mare quickly packs some snow together and shoves it into Sepia while she isn't looking.
>"Ah! That's a dirty trick!"
>The two of them start flinging snow at each other.
>You and Golden Corral aren't really walking anymore; you're keeping your distance so you don't get hit.
>Golden Corral smirks and laughs a little.
>"Oh Sepia..."
>... You should get as many answers as you can.
 
>After all, you have quite a few questions.
"... Why?"
>She just looks at you in confusion.
>"Why... what?"
"Why did you invite me?"
>"Well, originally it wasn't going to be like this. It was going to be just you and me at my house so I could... get to know you better~"
>... She's using that same weird tone Caramel used with Hexferry.
>"... But Sepia came over before you did, so I changed plans."
>That makes you wish Sepia hadn't shown up, just so you could be in a warm house right now.
>... But that's rude.
"... Why Sepia?"
>Golden Corral looks at you playfully.
>"You should say exactly what you mean, because sometimes the meaning doesn't get across."
>... Oh. Well, not everyone thinks like you do.
>That makes talking even less enjoyable.
"Why do you... and Sepia... be together?"
>Okay, that was easily one of the worst sentences you've said in your entire life.
>She seems surprised and looks toward Sepia. Her expression becomes calm, almost... serene.
>"Well, we've been friends for a while now. She... didn't have anyone before me, and she used to get into bad situations all the time... She needed someone, anyone. So I was there for her. It took her a while to fit in, but she got the hang of it. The best part: it isn't one-sided. I've become better from our friendship, too! I just feel... at peace, around her."
>You look toward Sepia and... Squeak, if you recall correctly.
>Their little fight has made several piles of snow and a few dry patches you can see the ground through.
>Sepia dives behind one of the piles for cover while Squeak throws clumps of snow at her from another pile.
>The pile Squeak is at erupts as a figure comes out of it. She looks startled as the mysterious form jumps onto her.
>... It appears to be Birch, the owner of the bookstore half of the café.
>They roll around in the snow, both trying to win the top.
 
>That gave Sepia enough time to recover and she throws snow at both of them.
>You can hear all three of them laughing with joy.
>... You could have been like that, someone who likes to have fun, someone who likes to play with friends, someone who laughs... someone who smiles...
>... You aren't like that. It's too late for you to become that.
>Whatever. You are... you, whether that's good or bad.
>Golden Corral is walking toward Sepia, so you follow her.
>She taps Sepia's side.
>Sepia stops her assault and looks up to Golden Corral.
>"What's up, Goldie?"
>The yellow mare gives her monochrome friend a hug.
>"I just felt like giving you a hug, that's all."
>"Aw, thanks! I heard lesbians hug all the time!"
>... With that, you can feel tension flow through the air.
>Birch and Squeak stop rolling and look over.
>Birch is blushing and Squeak is grinning wildly.
>The bookstore owner looks up at the lively mare on top of her and blushes even harder. Squeak doesn't seem to notice.
>Golden Corral is wide-eyed and hasn't moved.
>"R-right, we're great friends."
>She glares at Birch and Squeak after stammering out the reply.
>The grey mare sighs in relief while the brown mare puts on a bored expression and sticks out her tongue.
>You don't know what "lesbians" means, but it must be a very touchy subject for them to act like this.
>... It definitely doesn't mean "great friends", you can tell that easily.
>Golden Corral lets go of Sepia and puts on a friendly smile.
>"Well, we should get going. It was nice see you two."
>"Bye guys! Have fun~"
>She glares at Squeak again.
>The rest of the walk wasn't nearly that... interesting, but you still enjoyed it.
>Sepia got tired quickly after the snow fight, so Golden Corral carried her.
>It was... okay.