She was like the sun. Blinding and bright and bathing everything in her light when she was around. Her gaze made Sunset sweat and flush. And when she left, Sunset was struck by her beauty and stared after her until everything was dark and cold.

How does one choose a gift for a woman when that woman's sense of taste is as exquisite as her beauty? You do it by asking the only person -- or pony -- who might know exactly what she would want.

Written for Jinglemas 2019 for Fillyfoolish