She fancied Sandman. Something about his chocolate eyes made her melt. She couldn't decide whether to ask for her long wanted companion or her long wished for ability. The shrines were very close indeed. Four white stockings caressed her legs. A white blaze on her face. She slightly wanted armor, but she would have to choose what she wanted soon. Deceptive. Alluring. Mysterious. They were her type of stallions. Golden tongue also. They could be fat and lazy, but if they had those qualities she may fall for them. Good or bad.
She wanted to be swollen with Sandman's foal, but chances were slim. She wanted so many things, but she was never heart broken if she didn't get them. You can't lose something if it was never yours. Can you?