(Story Extract)
 
‘Just call for us, we should be able to find you.’ The alicorn put on a smile to hide her chattering teeth, Static pausing for a moment before returning a nod. Spreading my wings out, I took to hovering a few feet off the road beside Aerith, us both nodding to each other and heading for the nearest house. Okay, hm, so if we can’t find anything that fits her outright, I’m sure Static or whoever sewed that thing he made me wear could tailor it to fit her. Worst case, we make her a cloak out of some pre-war bedding or something, that seems like it’d work. The door of the first house shut behind us with a small clatter, Aerith breathing a sigh of relief as she didn’t have the cold breeze blowing on her any longer.
 
“Alright, we can worry about a gasket later, you need something other than that hat in this weather. If my dad’s story is right, Alicorns don’t do too well in the cold… I haven’t seen it for myself, but apparently there’s an Alicornsicle somewhere along the road between Mooscow and the Emerald Ridge impact site.” Aerith’s eyes went wide as I said that, holding her large wings a little more tightly against her body as I started to trot around the old pre-war house. Huh, this is actually a pretty nice place, don’t see places like this a lot back home… ewuh, from that crossbreeze through the windows, I can only imagine why. Still, get some new glass in, maybe a bit of fixing the tiles on the roof that were torn off by the fury of a balefire bomb blast, it’d be a pretty nice home.
 
Passing down the central hallway, on the left was a doorway that seemed to lead into the main bedroom, Aerith wasting no time in jumping for the bed and wrapping herself tightly in the old, degrading covers. Well, can’t really blame her. Myself releasing a small chuckle as she seemed to wrap herself up like a butterfly in a cocoon, I moved towards the closet, opening the door with a small clatter and lots of squeaks. Ech, sounds like somepony hasn’t oiled this thing in years… good point eyes, this is a closet door in an abandoned pre-war house, after all. Brain, you’re fired. Peering inside the closet, I was met with what I assumed were clothes at one point, now covered in a massive mess of cobwebs and things that I hope were dead carcasses. I think the door even answered with a ‘nope’ when I shut it.