Icy feels it in the air - spookening is upon us! As she ventures down the leaf-covered road, a tingle slithers down her being as the surrounding forest gives way to a more rural-looking landscape. Pausing, she takes it all in - the vast swathe of dilapidated farmlands, overgrown cornfields, the dusty dirt path leading onto the property, and up to...a massive, old-era manor house. The property’s very presence is noticeably heavy, but not unpleasant, given the time of year and her curiosity in experiencing something scary, and it appears Icy's not alone!The curiosity grows as she notices it. In the rugged courtyard, groups of ponies move about, going in between set up game booths ranging from apple bobbing to haybale tossing. A few others calmly enter and exit the cornfield to the left, confirmed by the occasional heads of jumping ponies peeking over. Still more enter, and run screaming out of, the looming manor beyond. Taking in the vast selection of attractions, Icy comes to the realization that anyone would marvel at just how broad of a setup this haunted house truly has. So many choices for the scariest of nights!She wasn't normally one for crowded areas- fearful for the safety of others should she be around them- but this holiday lessened that fear enough for her curiosity and interest to overtake it this day. She had yet to finish the last touches of her toaster costume, so with her magic she made a costume of pure woven snow. Quickly, she became the absolute epitome of a snowpony. Her magimechanical wings hidden underneath the costume. Quickly taking out a couple of pieces of coal from her pocket dimension, she carved vision glyphs into them and put them over her eyes. Smiling- an action mimicked by the costume- at the quick but well done costuming job, she proceeded to the festivities.She definitely /tried/ to corn maze, but... It was honestly a little to easy for her. It felt like navigating her magic through one of her glyphic arrays, but much easier, and she only took fifteen minutes to make it through. She thought maybe she was going through a little fast, but she couldn't help it.Going a few levels up, she went into the haunted house. Almost every turn of the halls made her want to take off, but she was determined to keep her wings to her sides and make it through. At least until she felt a pulsing against her conscious mind. A primal, defensive side of her. Sleet. She ignored it for a while, though, desperate to prove to herself she could do this /as/ herself. But halfway to the exit, her tail- the only part of her outside the costume- was barely on the verge of ethereality. Portions of it shifting between shaped blizzard and actual /tail/. She knew that she wouldn't be /Icy/ for much longer, feeling Sleet pushing in, and so she ran to the nearest emergency exit. She was so disappointed as she flew off away from the festival, but this was only the first year of her doing things for Nightmare Night since she left her hometown! There was always next year, yeah?