Aventuras wasn’t sure how he could be real to her or her to him. Maybe there was no answer they could give one another right now. Maybe it would take all the way until morning, if they woke still there pressed together in the autumn morning fog. Then… then they could accept this wasn’t all some wonderful dream.
His darker muzzle reached toward her. Aventuras’s eyes flickered briefly from his gaze, down to it, and then she moved the small space between them to let their lips brush. It inspired instant shivers down her spine and she almost wanted to giggle at the feeling. Arroyo told her he wanted her to stay with him, and Aventuras paused her touch against his skin. Their warm breath mingled as they slipped from each other’s lips.
Aventuras thought of everything she had ever known - the Cove, her father’s protective eye and her mother’s caring affection; watching her siblings go from wobbly-legged foals to grown-ups like her. But she looked at Arroyo, bathed in moonlight, and thought of how he made her heart race with just a touch, and she finally felt like she knew what she wanted. This was what her siblings were going on about when they wished for some romance that’d sweep them away. This was her next adventure, just like she’d been named for being her mother’s new one when settling down with her father.
“I’ll stay with you,” she promised him. “I‘m not ready for our dream to be over either.” Her lips curved into a smile as she pressed them gently back against his.
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