Starfrost was pacing. With good reason, Whitelily had been gone for too long. Maybe it was her swollen belly. They should have checked that Lily wasn't sick. Starfrost finally reared as the panic got to him and he galloped into the forest where his mate had disappeared. Starfrost pranced over the many roots covering the forest floor hurriedly scanning the woods around him. Looking for a flash of feathers or a tail whipping behind a tree. There, pink feathers! Starfrost trotted into the clearing as two pink robins took flight. Starfrost whinnied in frustration and continued his search. A delighted neigh came from his right and Starfrost cantered towards the sound. He loosed a sigh of relief. There she was with her shiny white coat, pink feathers and curly tail. Starfrost folded his wings around his mate and breathed through her nostrils. Whitelily was beaming.
"What is it?" He questioned. Whitelily turned and a beautiful foal staggered out from behind.
"Who's is it?" Starfrost asked, already hoping for the best.
" Ours." Was all Lily said as she nudged the filly forward. Curly white locks tumbled down her neck and hind legs and her coat was a light caramel. A blaze ran down her head and her wings shimmered with the colours of dawn. The filly shook herself and flapped towards her sire before crashing into him. Starfrost's heart poured out love for his small family.
"What are you thinking of calling her?"
Whitelily smiled up at the Hundred Year Star shining above the rising sun before she spoke.
"What do you think of Morning Star?"
Starfrost pulled his family close, silently promising to never let go.
"I think that...it's perfect and so is she."