So easily could he sit back and enjoy this moment forever. Forget about everything else - forget about his responsibilities as General, forget about the herd he had grown to love, forget about the war that was looming before them… Oh, to hold onto this moment, to grasp it between his teeth and tug on it like a dog would on his chew toy - he knew if he clutched too tightly to this hope, it would disintegrate all the sooner, however. So instead he took the advice he had bestowed on a fellow warrior not too long ago; he would enjoy what little time he was blessed with to be beside his beloved, beautiful mate, instead of wishing for the impossible, he would accept what he still believed was impossible; that she loved him, and always would.

Still, he felt so surprised at that, but he welcomed it nonetheless. He yearned for it, needed it - it was his fuel for living, this love he carried for his gorgeous Cassiopeia. Never did he assume her love would be returned, but always did he welcome it when it was - Azzuen was a stallion of small confidence when it came to love. His battle prowess might have earned him the rank of General, he trusted in the skills and abilities of his body to win a battle - but love was a battlefield he was unfamiliar with, one he had been scared of for so long. But now, he was amongst it, and enjoying every moment he was allowed to enjoy. Yes, love was a battlefield, but he and Cass would both emerge the victors.

She queried his dreams, and fuzzy images of dancing families lingered within his mind's eye, they were not clear, his brain still foggy from the deep sleep the ocean's lulling tide had granted him. He simply nodded, for his dreams had indeed been pleasant enough, they certainly did not leave him feeling fearful or scared, but warm and fuzzy inside. He laughed a warm chuckle to her words of loving him, his muzzle happily lipping at the drop of ivory adorning one of her ears in response, trying to communicate just how he loved every little thing about her, too. He too, realised how fast time slid by them, how powerless they were against the constant flow of time, how sometimes it seems to speed up and slow down of its own accord. So often, he wished for moments like these to last forever, and so often, they seemed to slip by the fastest.

The roan mare spoke of dreams again, and Azzuen tried once more to remember his own. His ears shot up when she spoke of four of them being present; it was an element eerily similar to his own sleepy visions, he realised. A smile, small at first, grew upon his lips, and hearty laughter rang out from his maw. Lifting his wings up, sand dribbled down from them, as he grunted with the effort of moving his stiff limbs to rise and stand. He could not sit idle, lying down, when news such as this caused his heart to race with joy! "Oh Cass!" He exclaimed, the happiness clearly leaking into his voice. "Could it really be? Are we so fortunate to be blessed again?" He laughed again, before gaily entering a springy trot and chasing the waves along the ocean's rim.

He called a stallion's call once again, singing his love for his family, his hopes for their living long, fortunate lives within the Throat. Cirrus, he knew, would be thrilled with the idea - but it was probably best to keep it hidden from her until the time drew closer, the perceptive little flicka would surely question her mother's rounding barrel soon enough. Leaping forth in an exuberant display of acrobatics, Azzuen danced a track on the smooth wet sand of the Endless Blue, too ecstatic to think of much else for the moment.


[Sorry for the wait hun. Everything got in my way >_< ]