Mon Reve

Finished it!
Fay is the Blue Roan, Wynter is the splash/tobiano, sable champagne. Lawl.
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Part of Fay and Wynter's story.
Links to previous and next coming soon. ^^
Fay belongs to ~WinterVodka-Stables and his ref: [link]
Wynter belongs to me, and her ref: [link]

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Suggested Song For This Piece: "Safe"
The sun was generous in its grace, the morning Fay and Wynter decided to pay due to an old haunt. With much teasing and pleading, Fay had finally gotten his very pregnant mate to indulge him with a walk. Wynter played her dutiful part, pretending she was just humoring him, but the truth was in her lovelorn eyes when she looked at her lover. He would always know she would go to the ends of the earth for him. As she waddled out with the tall blue roan by her side, she kept asking for an answer. Why did he have her out and about canoodling when she was only a few weeks away from her due date? Didn't he realize even a gentle mare like Wyn could get a little irritated when it came to the fact that she was pregnant and walking.

When they got to a certain point though, the sable tobiano splash was halted sharply when her mate cut out in front of her. Briefly, she pinned her ears back, a little pissed at being stopped so shortly. Didn't he realize she was carrying a whole new being in her very womb?! Of course, but it was Fay, and Fay loved to please her and make her happy. 'Close your eyes, любить.' He said, the Russian rolling off of his tongue. To some, the language sounded harsh and grating, but to her? It sounded like honey pouring out of his very maw. After an irritated glare, she was only able to be mad for a few moments, before her face developed a soft, loving grin. 'Fine.' She said, pretending to still be mad, but he could see right through her facade. Easily, she closed her eyes, showing the amount of trust she had for the blue roan next to her.

In return, Fay would not betray the beautiful mares trust. Coming up next to her, he nudged her shoulder lightly with his head, bringing her body close to his, pressed up. 'Follow me, da?' He response was a soft and genuine, 'Oui. Always.' . Wyn was fluent in the French language, and after hanging around with Fay, she was not to shabby at her Russian either. Granted, she was very far from being fluent, but she would leave that little fact to Fay. When he started walking, she stuck to his side. Nervousness and anticipation coursed through her veins, as part of her worried about her balance, and the other part wanted to see what Fay had planned. They walked for a little bit of time, before he stopped her. Just from her other senses, she could tell they where no longer in the woodland. She was beginning to have an inkling of their location however, as she could scent a certain dead give away.

She felt Fay draw away from her, and was momentarily very worried. What was he doing?! Leaving her? Those thoughts stopped as soon as they came though. Fay loved her, and so she did not worry. He would never let anything happen to her or their unborn foal. This did not stop her from jumping a foot high though, when she suddenly felt his breath tickle her ear. 'Open your eyes, любить.' His strong voice said. She let her white eyelids flutter, blinking a bit at the sunshine that hit her purple eyes. And then a smile appeared on her fact. They where in a hay field. Not just any hay field though...their hay field. Where Fay had first dreamed her...where they had met many times...where they had conceived the very foal she carried now.

Her smile grew warm, and she leaned over to his face, rubbing her cheek against his. He smiled, turning to nibble at her back and the top of her rump, places that where always sore now that she was as heavy as she was. Smiling, she turned her head, touching her nose to his shoulders, nibbling them lightly. They stayed like this for an hour, the only sound being the clicking of teeth when they rubbed their counterparts. It was Wynter who broke the silence, something that was rare due to her nature. Her light, airy tone drifted into the blue roans ears. 'Thank you, Mon Reve.'

Fay could not fight back the grin that appeared on his face. Wynter rarely used any name but amour when it came to pet names. But just now, she had said something new to him, something that touched his inner being...

She had called him "My Dream".

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Mon Reve = My Dream
любить = Love

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The end...of this chapter. ;D
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Time: Hours.
Ref: [link] Glanced at that briefly for a pose.
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