Hawk sidled closer to Silver Moon, being careful to brush her shoulder against his own in a delighted manner. She tried to cover her over-ecstatic expression with one of placid tones, but somehow, she couldn't mask the emotion..

I .. I'd love to be your mate.. she snorts, scoffing at his latter comment. The right one .. ?! I'm nothing special, sir, I assure you, but if you do decide you want me, I am happy -no more than happy, deliriously joyous- to be with you ..

She said this statement with gaining certainty, feeling somewhat odd beside him. She was not a particularly tall mare, scant on height in fact, and she felt even more so beside this one. She pushed this thought aside, placing her muzzle upon his own and adding quietly..

I am yours, dear Silver -Silver Moon- and I, am yours alone ..

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