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The cold air was frozen in crystalline silence. It was always cold in the Heavenly Embassy, so far from the ground below— but it was particularly pronounced today. Sable was hesitant to even walk, hyper-aware of her hooves echoing down the quiet street. The sound seemed eager to shatter the quiet air and dance upon its fragments; she tried to muffle them with slower footsteps, though without much success. Churro, however, seemed entirely unbothered. He waddled...

Celestite lives far away from the center of Burrowgatory entirely by choice. Out here, it’s quiet.The natural beauty of the crystal-studded caves outdoes the city lights and the congestion of nightlife streets any day or night. There’s a comfortable sort of predictability to the frigidness that coats the area no matter the time of year; no need to worry about keeping anything up rain or shine when you pretty much always have cool, still cave air or a bit of ...