So a grin crossed her muzzle, as she (now daintily) took another smell of her potpourri present. This time, when less vigorously smelled, it had a pleasant scent. Smiling outright, her tail flicked in contentment as the warm light of the tree reached her lemony skin. It prickled once, but in a pleasant way, before passing through her candied shell and warming her all the way through.
Usually, the filly was careful to avoid too much heat. But this was different—this was so pleasant that the lemon drop was sure that it couldn’t cause her harm. So she bathed in the light, a gusty and contented sigh pushing past her pink nostrils; her shoulders wiggled in happiness, bright teal eyes reflecting the twinkling, decorated tree.