I confess!! I want you so bad oh my goodness!!! (#1)

I watched silently as Ronin fumbled about with the atrociously large bell-ribbon, looking over the field at the sheer amount of ponies that seemed to have settled here. The herds were typically smaller than this, from what I can remember, and they didn't seem to have this much variation in colours, but here we were. There were some pretty rare genetic combinations and mutations, with a handful of Teddy-Eared ponies, a few homozygous genetics and a specific few Lavender gene ponies.

Lavender has always been Lakshya's favourite colour on the teddies - anything that had the delicate yellow eyes, smoky coats and purple-ish hues that neatly matched their whole aesthetic or whatever. Hence why I was here and not at home in bed, violet bell-ribbon in hand and freezing to death scouring for a grullo pony.

'Confession'. The name fit the theme of the 'Valentines herd', but it felt like a bit of a cruel joke when I thought about how I was planning on giving her as a gift for a guy I've known for years. Yeah, Ronin was right, it kind of looked like a real confession, but that was not the point. Not at all. Not one bit.

She's a small mare, standing at just over twelve hands, with soft colouring that faded from her topline down with dark barring from the dun. She seemed almost purple under the dark skylight, which was most likely a mix of both her lavender genetics giving her a naturally.. well, lavender hue, and the sky itself. She had pale yellow eyes with a small heart-shaped muzzle mark, slightly to the right of the centre on her nose. She has dappling from what I can see in the light, and white markings that covered her shoulder and most of her hooves. One front foot was of pure black, with no white markings to illuminate it in the dark.

'Yo, dude, I'm done. Where's the other one?' 

I glanced quietly at Ronin and gestured briefly. 'Over there.'

'Okay, start walking then, daydreamer. I'm tired, and I think my phone is buzzing like mad because Vic has just realise we- no, you- abandoned her.'

'Me? She didn't even expect to see me at all. How did I abandon her when I haven't even arranged to see her once?'

'I dunno, it's the Kieran affect. Just go along with it.'

'... what??'

He was probably about to waffle on about some more useless information that somehow incriminated me in this, but I blocked him out and turned my music up instead. My own phone buzzed briefly, and the automated message read it out;

'One new message from Lakshya :white_heart: = 'how are you doing? haven't seen you at the farm today, hope you're not overworking yourself again :smileyface:'. Send reply?'

'No.' I responded simply, which obviously meant that Ronin had to give me a quizzical glance.

'Whatever dude.'

'I wasn't talking to you.'

'Oooh your boyyyfriend.'

'Do you ever shut up for once in your life?'

'Not really. Too boring.'

'Yeah, coz you're so interesting.' I sighed, rolling my eyes briefly and walking slightly faster. My hands dug around in my pockets for a moment to fish out a pair of gloves - knitted in a black wool, with a few holes at the fingertips, but they were warm enough. They had a small red eye shape on the back, but you could only really tell that's what they were meant to be if you actually asked Lakshya, who designed them.

'I am, actually.'

We walked the rest of the way to the fence in silence, where the lavender pony was pacing quietly where she stood. Multicoloured flowers sat around her feet, bustling and shuffling when she pawed at them - much to the farmer's displeasure, I can only imagine - and the little blades of grass shifted when she lowered her head and snorted at them. She didn't seem to have a crowd around her right now, which was nice; save for the small child in a white beanie-hat who was giggling and clapping as the pony nuzzled it's face. The mother smiled subtly at us, standing to the side of the pony and continuing to encourage the child to perhaps not stay too close to the pony, in case it did something unexpected. 'It is still a little wild baby, after all.' It took a lot of strength to not correct her about both of those facts being moderately incorrect.  

The mare had a delicate gaze to her, wide curious eyes darting around as she gazed across the horizon that was covered by more flower fields stretched out across the land. She twisted her neck to look at me and Ronin when we approached, and I held my hand out to her quietly, earning a content snort and a flick of her sharp-cut tail that was probably something of her own accidental doing, by the looks of it. Her pale dandelion eyes met mine briefly, and she shook her head to get a flower out of it, her mane jingling all the while from the amount of bells that had been settled in her mane. Mine would fit quite neatly there, I should think.