Cloudpepper was smitten. Her eyes never left the chestnut stallion, giving him the same inspection that Brackentail had given her. He was a well-built steed, noticeably taller than she was, given that she had been a sniper and it was better for snipers to be small. Thinking about the young stallion again, he was a creamy brown, almost like an acorn, with a flaxen mane and tail. His well-formed wings were emerald green tipped in incredibly dark pine green. He had a good-size diamond-shaped star on his forehead, not as large as Star’s, but still impressive. Looking down at his legs, she saw that he had two small socks on his front left leg and his rear right leg, so when he trotted, as he was now, the legs with socks moved together and the legs without socks moved together.
Brightforest eventually noticed her gaze. “Hello,” he said to her. He had a very attractive and strong voice, Cloudpepper thought. Almost as she had the thought, her heart seemed warmer. He was talking to her!
Trying to keep her voice steady, she replied, “Hi.”