Eventide is softly casting o'er the earth a magic spell,

And a love-song, everlasting, on the night wind seems to swell.

Erthë was in luck. She got a first seat aerial view of the glowing lights as they spread from tree to tree. For a moment she was confused, worried that she somehow had been displaced to an elsewhere where the earth and the sky had merged into one. Then, upon noticing a curious creature down below that appeared to be in the center of this peculiar occurrence, the filly allowed curiosity to take over and banked into a wide circle, that tightened as she lowered herself down towards the ground in graceful spirals.

As she landed she realized others had been drawn in by the glittering lights and the tintinnabulation. Volterra's dark and looming frame was unmistakable, and she would be hard pressed to forget Lena's kind face. There was another present as well, a tall hybrid girl teetering on the verge of adulthood - Erthë watched her curiously as she walked closer, starlight glittering in her eyes and a more private kind of winter frost chilling the air around her. Mauja and Nyx were familiar to her and she beamed quietly in their direction, while an exuberant young colt caught her eye as he walked up to... to...

Well. Whatever the roundshelled creature was, he was very skilled with magic.

"Oh, this is beautiful" she breathed to the turtle, exhaling in puffs of cloudy delight while gazing about with the usual exuberance. "I have no idea why you do this but it is marvelous!"

Erthë smiled widely at the bell-adorned magician and the blue-touched boy who very conveniently named himself Zero at that moment. It was a peculiar name, because he certainly didn't look like a nobody to her... Brooding slightly over peculiar naming senses in mothers she turned to greet some more of those who had arrived before her, pain and problems easing away from her mind and body with every moment she spent there in the winter wonderland. Nodding and mumbling greetings to this person and that she picked her way slowly through the gathering crowd, phrases and glittering smiles littering her path like the fake snow littered the ground.

"Hi Volterra. You're really everywhere, aren't you! Where are your dragons? And miss Lena too, long time no see! Have you been well? Hi miss Agnodice!"

"And.."

But she hesitated, head tilting in gentle query as she gazed at the pale hybrid girl, whose breath too smoked and fumed in the glittering, snow-filled air.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we've met before? I'm Erthë, of the World's Edge."

And she smiled again, because there was nothing to frown at here, now, at this moment. The night was beautiful, winter - even artificial and warm winter - placed her in her element and she would be all in for a snowball fight any time.

Even the tall, darkly handsome Belial received a smile - though whether she would have offered one without the calming effect of this marvelous magic was hard to say. They'd only met once before, after all.