*Imogen managed to call back Joules as soon as she spotted the incoming Mon. Well, more like heard, which is more like figured this was a time to just guess help was on its way or else she'd freeze to death.*

You ponies have a funny definition of all right.

*The little jab would be cute if Imogen's teeth weren't chattering through the whole comment. Her clothes had been caked with snow, and only the layering prevented it from soaking through where Wildfyre melted some of it. She got to one leg, but couldn't get herself all the way to standing.*

Omen... made a little house. It just needs walls and a bookcase and it could be home. S-so I take it we're not going back air Twilight Sparkle?