P-B-Jay

The autumn evening was a crisp, windy one. Everypony could sense that winter was only a month behind. The air carried that smell that made fillies and colts excited for the winter holidays and the promise of snow days. Nightmare Night was also approaching quickly, and the atmosphere was perfectly quaint. One could have no better time than wrapped up in a soft sweater and scarf while sipping a piping mug of hot chocolate. There was only about an hour or so left of the daylight, casting a warm, orange glow over Canterlot. Ponies young and old were making their ways home for the night after their long, busy day. CEO Rosie Rivet watched with a w

The morning in Canterlot is one of typical winter: the brick roads and concrete sidewalks are dusted with the light snow that blew in overnight, the windows of the shops lining the streets are fogged, and the air is a frigid 10 degrees below freezing. Ponies are only just beginning to make their ways out into the cold from the warmth of their homes to get to the day's work. Fillies and colts groan that school wasn't cancelled due to the snow, making their way up the street to the schoolhouse. On the very edge of Mane Street sits a white brick building with a black roof and pink overhangs above the bottom windows. The windows of this shop are