Secret Admirer Attempt :3

When the winter had finally begun to turn to spring, it was no surprise that the first thing on her mind was to search for a new pony friend to add to her lonely stable. With a warm home and a friend to offer, she knew that it would be a great joy to host a new pony tonight. She had already made the bell ribbon and tucked it into her denim pocket. But a familiar voice rang in her head: Too optimistic, her friend had told her, Teddies like homes with lots of friends! Her friend wasn't wrong. After all, shouldn't he have known? His stable was full of ponies, all colors, patterns, and types. Really, she should take his advice---wait a little longer until more ponies would want to roam the lands. That way, even if many of them wouldn't want to join her lonesome family, she would have a good chance at finding one. 

Dejected, she clutched a newly-fastened bell ribbon in her palm. For a moment, she truly was convinced that today would be the day she would go find her new friend.  But she couldn't ignore the advice that her friend had given her, lest she come home disappointed and cold tonight. As she trudged back to the door of her stable, the warmth of daylight soothing her skin, she noticed a figure standing in the doorway. She knew this figure anywhere: tall, lanky, and a little gruff for his age.  It was her friend!

A soft smile cursed her lips. She couldn't tell him how sad she truly was, especially since she should be grateful that he was looking out for her. Although, like any good friend would, he recognized that pained look on her face. But instead of asking what was wrong, it seemed his smile only grew. What could he possibly be finding funny in this moment?

"Why the long face, friend?" he asked, greeting her with the press of his stetson to his chest. With a small, almost sarcastic bow, he continued, "Not ready to find a new pony today?"

"Ha ha, very funny," she grumbled with the roll of her eyes. Of course, if anything, her friend was always known for being a stickler. If they hadn't been friends for years, she would dare call him a bully. But that was just how their friendship was: light yet rough around the edges. "You were right. It was a stupid idea."

"Hey, now," he soothed, kicking off from his lean against the stable's column. With a quick look back to the only stallion in the stables, he chuckled. "We can't have your friend all alone, can we? Let's go get that pony."

"You mean that?" she asked. There was a new brightness to her voice, and an even stronger grip on her bell ribbon.

"I mean it," he assured. With a hidden hand, he pulled up a bucket of carrots, a shiny smile almost blinding her from where he stood. "How about the beach? We can find a nice, easygoing Teddy for you."

"Yes!" she shrieked quicker than light.

It wasn't a far drive from her stables to get to the beach. In fact, it was a surprise that ponies could be found in this area at all. Who knew beaches could have ponies? But her friend knew just the place to find the perfect pony to fill her stables and, of course, her heart. She stared out the window of his truck as the wind belted her hair, tracing the coastline with her solemn gaze. Yet, as if a miracle, she spotted a Teddy on the horizon!

"Stop, look!" she yelled, pointing out at a gray-spotted horse. Her friend turned down the road in an instant, going slow as to not spook the pony. 

"Told you we would find a friend here," he said cheekily. 

As they got closer on foot, she and her friend noticed the adorable ears poking from the pony's head. Then, with ever step closer and closer, she noticed the subtle undertone in the pony's coat. No way! A lavender pony? How could she have been so lucky? She had always found them so adorable, and yet hadn't gotten the chance to befriend one for herself. And so, with her friend by her side, she tip-toed toward the horse. The rush of the coast whispered in her ears, the crunch of the sand hissing below her. As the pony's head perked, it seemed to have the instinct to run but instead took a cautious look at her. But the girl didn't back away. She held out a carrot warily, eyes low. It was almost as if she hadn't been able to breathe, stuck in the moment between her and her potential friend. Whatever it took to make a new friend, it would be worth it. So she held out the food, then placed it in front of the curious mare. 

For a moment, she wasn't sure if the mare would bolt off or simply ignore the snack in front of her. Thankfully, her question wasn't held in suspense for long. The mare took a few steps toward the food, nudged it with her gray-ish snout, then took a gentle sniff. In a moment of bated breath, the mare began to nibble at the carrot, seeming to prefer gobbling it up since it would get covered in sand if she didn't. A smart mare, the girl thought, we'll get along just fine.

As the girl stood up straight and turned back to her friend, he had the most hearty grin on his face. She knew she'd be teased by him tons later, but she would take it since it meant that she'd finally get a new friend for her freshly-made stable.