Away from the group of adult pegasi but within earshot, the weanlings were listening while pretending to graze.
Wintermist, who had been granted reluctant permission to join the others on the promise that she not hurt herself, flicked an ear in amusement at Cloudpepper’s obvious attraction to Brightforest. “I do hope they’ll get together,” she said to the other weanlings, teasing the gray mare.
The others had been more intent on Thunderfrost’s story, not obviously noticing that Cloudpepper had fallen for Brightforest.
Sunshadow looked up at the white filly’s comment. “Who will get together?” the buckskin colt asked.
Wintermist, still nickering in amusement, whinnied, “Cloudpepper and Brightforest! Couldn’t you tell that she likes him?”
Sunshadow went to reply when Wintermist had another idea. Being herself, she didn’t think it through very well. “Oh, Brightforest!” she whinnied in a singsong voice.
The chestnut stallion looked over at them and Wintermist beckoned him with her good wing. He came over to the weanlings, followed by his faithful mother, Pinewood.
“Well, Brightforest, I know someone who likes you!” she said.
Brightforest was slightly confused. “Wait, what? Who?” he asked.
“Oh, right, play dumb,” Wintermist mocked.
Brightforest was really puzzled now. “No, I don’t know who you’re talking abou– wait, is it you? I’m six! An adult! And you’re a weanling. This would never happen.”
Now Wintermist was getting confused too. She was a bit concerned about his mother being there, but she decided to cut her losses. “You’re telling me that you didn’t notice that the flea-bitten gray mare with yellow wings, Cloudpepper, was so into you? Her eyes didn’t leave you for five solid minutes!”
Realization dawned on Brightforest, but before he could say anything, Pinewood, his dun mother, interrupted.
“She likes him? Oh, honey, that’s wonderful!” The first comment was directed at Wintermist, the second at her son.
Brightforest rolled his eyes. “Mom!” he groaned. “I like being with you, without mare trouble!”
“Oh, so I’m not a mare then?” Pinewood shot back.
“You know that’s not what I mean!” Brightforest objected.
Pinewood rolled her eyes in exasperation. “I think you need to set out on your own! Be more responsible! Come out from under my wing!”
Flamefrost groaned slightly. “That’s a terrible pun, if you don’t mind me saying so,” he objected.
Pinewood nodded to the bay weanling, smiling. “I’m known for them, right, Brightforest?”
Brightforest gave way to a tired grin. “Yes, she is, and I should know! I can’t remember a day in my life going by in which she didn’t make a pun.”
Wintermist frowned, thinking they were getting off topic. “But what about Cloudpepper?” she prompted.
“Oh, I’m not interested,” said Brightforest. “Don’t say anything to her about me.” He and his mother walked off, leaving Wintermist frustrated behind them.
“Humph!” she grunted to the other weanlings. “He shouldn’t be hiding his feelings like that!”
But what none of the weanlings knew was that Brightforest was telling the complete truth.