A long overdue commission for the awesome CptConfusion
Its a still night, yet not as dark as others. Though the fields of stars as plentiful as blade of grass that fill the land, the small pony prances onward, her wings flitting in the wind. Though her nocturnal half usually lead her to being lonesome, in this night she was not alone. Spirits that shape of moths colored the sky more beautifully than the stars, and for a short while she watched in awe as the silent beings fluttered aimlessly towards the celestial bodies above.