Bright petals of soft pastel pink flittered delicately, hanging in the air among the two pegasi trotting through the cherry blossom orchard. The mare looked about them with equally bright eyes, wide and with delight at the sights surrounding the two. Her wings fluttered on her sides as she tried to contain herself from bounding forward, soaring low through the trees — as to not leave her partner behind.

“Hahah, so I take it this is to your liking then, Ondrea?" Spoke the stallion, a bemused grin stretching on his face as he noticed her fidgeting.

Ondrea turned and smiled at him, nodding her head. “Mhm, I love cherry blossom trees, they always look so pretty. Thank you for taking me out here, Silver.”

“Why, the pleasure is all mine. And yes, it is indeed very pretty,” he replied, although he wasn’t looking to any of the trees, but rather his eyes were on the mare walking by his side as they enjoyed their walk together.