The two lovers had staid the night in the beautiful grove of sweeping Willow trees enjoying the others comforting presence, they were now on the move. The smaller cremello mare was the happiest she had ever been happier. Ever since she had found her handsome steel stallion her mental scars had started to heal. She would always be leery of males, but now she was at least able to speak to unicorns again. Smiling warmly she tilted her head to look at her mate as the strode onward. She sent up a silent prayer to the gods that she would soon bear this brave stud and strong healthy foal. A sudden thought bounced around her brain, and she voiced it curiously, "Ciceron, what do you want it to be? I mean gender wise." She paused for a heart beat and added, "Horned or winged?"

Parelia herself could not careless what the gods blessed them with, and she hopped that he felt the same way. As she awaited his reply she gazed around them casting honey orbs towards the sky. The shape of a predatory bird was floating in the warm air drafts far above them. Her bonded was watching the area around them searching for signs of danger. The mare studied his ever clarifying emotions searching for anything out of place. Smiling she picked up the pace moving into a smooth canter kicking up her heels playfully, careful to swing her rump away from Ciceron's strong jaw. Laughter bubbled from her young joyous chest as she moved away from him pushing her sturdy legs away form her slim form. She was careful to keep her slick cream and teal wings tight against her lithe body. Running was her fourth favorite thing, surpassed by Penna, Ciceron, and flying.

She pushed her body faster, calling on her Arabian blood, as the thundering sound of waves filled her pricked ears. This was her shedding secret, salt water and rough rocks. As the water came into view she couldn't help of the first time she had been alone with her lover, she had plunged into the freezing water in order to wear off some of her extra energy. 'I wonder what he'll say this time!' She thought happily as she plunged into the warm salty water. She spun to face the dappled stud rearing as she came face to face with him letting out a playfully nicker, daring him to join her. After she crashed onto all fours; she lowered her chiseled head close to the water watching him happily as Penna soared high over head almost as happy as his bonded.

Walking "Talking"’Thinking’
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Parelia