A gust of wind blows through, chilling you despite the sunshine. Idly you wonder if it's another one of those niyevas, ready to swoop down on you again. "Eeeek!" A high pitched shriek pierces the air and you look up. Nothing there. "Aiee!" So you look down, and down, and down. Oh! It's a little zebracorn mare, and the poor thing looks like she was nearly blown away.
"Nathe'zyith--" A whispery voice say. "You can stop screaming now." Spooky. That's the first word that pops into your mind at the sight of the little unicorn mare that glides her way next to you. Much, much smaller than the others-- and so very pale. "We're really not all that strange." Another zebracorn says with a sigh. He's very, um, Christmasy.
The spiderwebbed mare looks up at you. "I'm Anti, Baversta is the stallion, and the screamer is Nathe'zyith." Um, next?