Roseluck, Lily, and Daisy. The notorious trio who sold their own styles of specialty flowers to all of Ponyville were a notorious bunch. Very rarely were they seen apart from one-another during business hours as they stood valiantly to vend flowers to anypony who needed for any occasion.

They were the dynamic trio. The supplementing flower mares.

“Alright… another year down!” Lily strode into the living room with some eggnog in the crook of her hoof.

She spared no time in joining her sisters right in front of the roaring fire that was set alight in the fireplace. Dusk had come and gone, replaced by Luna’s Night laying its gentle wreath upon the land. The first snows had already fallen weeks prior and had blanketed Ponyville in a shimmering white in the light, as well as confining the ponies to their little warrens.

“Yup!” Roseluck followed up, raising her own glass of eggnog.

“Cheers girls… we’ve made it another year with a darn-good surplus!” Daisy offered, and all three of them clinked their glasses together.

“I’ll say!” Lily chimed back in. “And maybe we can finally add that extra awning and expand our selection. We’re gonna need it with a good planting season.”

Daisy nodded thoughtfully.

“Mm… we do.”

But as had been with their previous ‘togetherness’ earlier in the month, their conversation had died fizzled out much like the sections of the fire within its safe containment. This wasn’t entirely unexpected either.

Contrary to the image fronted when they would shout pleasantries to passing ponies and anypony who might inquire, the three did not spend every waking moment with one another after business hours. Indeed, they retired to their own rooms and vegged out in their own ways.

As the snow continued to fall and their bodies exchanged the fires soothing heat between their flush bodies laying side by side.

Lily recalled, every single day, taking off her gardening boots and retiring to her room to read up on her latest novel.

Roseluck would tend to her own, personal garden back in their house’s greenhouse section. She would spend the rest of the night there, often actually talking to her plants, until she would nearly pass out from exhaustion.

Even Daisy, who insisted on spending the most time with her sisters and dragging them out of their rooms on the weekends, would often confide in some of her other friends around Ponyville after hours.

It never used to be this way, but over time, their personal interests had diverged into three distinct ponies. As their business grew and their disposable income expanded in kind, their distinct personalities had finally manifested.

Consequently, the personal time they spent between one another began to dwindle.

The three averted their gazes as they continued to drink their eggnog… neither wanted to admit it to each other, but there was a tugging at their collective hearts. It was the chill on this otherwise cozy night between the three of them. The only dampening to their moment that they relished in each other’s company…

They were growing apart with age, even as young as they were. Neither had reached halfway to thirty, and the feeling of not being as close to thirty.

Their ears drooped and their heads slackened as the three, independently, came to this conclusion.

But, as they instinctively nestled into one another to conserve more of the heat of their fire, Lily, right in the middle of her sisters, had an epiphany.

“Yeah… I love you, girls. Thanks for being with me after all this time.”

Rose’s and Daisy’s eyes lit up brightly at their sisters’ words. It wasn’t that they were anything new… they made it a habit to make sure that they knew how close they were to one another.

And that’s when the three flower mares realized…

“Love you too, Lil’!” replied Daisy.

“Right back at you!” Roseluck followed up.

The three nuzzled one another, cheeks pressing against each other and giggling with bright smiles all the while. It was true.

They had grown apart.

But their feelings for one another had never changed.

Even on one of the coldest Hearth’s Warmings in Ponyville, the three had come to know that their sisterly love had never faded away. Their differences were what made them into the loving ponies they were, and their unshared interests did well to blow off collective steam.

They did have to admit, their arguments were much fewer and farther in between.

In the end, all things considered, very little had changed on an ethereal level.

It was business as usual.