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Emerald eyes cast their gaze upon the twinkling heavens. A sensation of puzzlement, wonder, and hope filled the young stallion. He was amazed by the beauty held each time the bright light of the day faded to the black void that was anything but empty and dead. He snorted is his delight. He was anything but ready to sleep. He relished the night air – crisp, cool, and still. Nugget turned to the west where the sun had disappeared behind the unchanging horizon. His heals kicked up sod as he raced the Moon. The moon was his playmate; his big brother in a way.

Nugget sped across the rolling hills at a base of the long mountain range that seemed to cage him in. Everything became a blur; each familiar sight turning into blobs of cooler color variations compared to the daylight hues the express. The young stallion fled his home; he didn’t glance back the way he came. Nugget only cared for what lay ahead – the adventure he was going to find tonight. He was a blur of chocolates and deep gold.

Sure-footed hooves crest a hill bare of any tree. Nugget slowed to a stop and turned his emerald eyes back to the night sky. A warm light twinkled in the North portion of the sky. He tossed his head thinking he imagined the spectacle. Once he returned to view the strange phenomenon, the mysterious light was gone. Had he imagined it? Was he fatigued from galloping? He sure didn’t feel like he was tired. Must be his imagination he concluded. He turned to face east and start back the way he came, but he was stopped short. Stunned Nugget froze from the sight. Was it possible? How could this be? There at the base of the hill was a vision of brilliant honey hue that shone bright in the Moon’s glow and accents of purple. If Nugget could his mouth would have dropped to the floor and he would be rubbing his eyes in a feverish confusion.

There at the base of the hill was a young filly. None of which he had ever seen. She had a purple trail from her crystal blue eyes down her sides and ended above her knees on a backdrop the color of honey. She was looking straight at him. She seemed to see right through him and down to his puppy-like core. Nugget was unable to move. He was transfixed upon the beauty. The honey colored mare started to move toward him. His dual colored hooves delicately being placed upon the grass covered incline. To Nugget the mare seemed to float up the hill with ease and grace. Who was she? Where did she come from?
She reached the crest as was now feet away from him. Nugget had tried to keep still in his excitement. She was so close and he didn’t want to frighten her away. The stallion’s imagination went wild. His hormones playing a great deal as her scent reached his nostrils. She smelled sweet just like the way she looked. She was a small framed mare with feminine features. This made her even more appealing to the young stallion. Her soft muzzle began to reach for his as was customary with greetings among horses. Nugget in all his nervousness closed his eyes; he was frightened to touch her. What if she didn’t like him?

He waited expecting to feel velvet and inhale her intoxicating scent. Silence; nothing happened. Nugget opened his eyes wide. Emptiness was his view. The mare had vanished. It was as though she didn’t even exist; she was a cruel trick played by his mind. Nugget took in a few deep breathes to calm his nerves. He tentatively turned back the way he had come. A shiver shook his spine as his back faced the place where the mirage he had fallen for was. Nugget began to quicken his pace, but was stopped by startling shrill that cut through the air. A whinny so pure and loud echoed across the landscape. The trees seemed to bend to its presence. His emerald eyes didn’t turn to look upon the place where the honey colored mare had stood but to the Moon. It eyed the bright orb in the night sky. Did the moon seen brighter? More yellow colored than any other night he could remember. Nugget shook with anxiety. His mind forming a conclusion that was too astonishing, but clearly the only explanation his young mind could comprehend. That mare, that vision of honey that smelled just as sweet was the Moon. She had come down to greet him and acknowledge his existence.

Description
Emerald eyes cast their gaze upon the twinkling heavens. A sensation of puzzlement, wonder, and hope filled the young stallion. He was amazed by the beauty held each time the bright light of the day faded to the black void that was anything but empty and dead. He snorted is his delight. He was anything but ready to sleep. He relished the night air – crisp, cool, and still. Nugget turned to the west where the sun had disappeared behind the unchanging horizon. His heals kicked up sod as he raced the Moon. The moon was his playmate; his big brother in a way.

Nugget sped across the rolling hills at a base of the long mountain range that seemed to cage him in. Everything became a blur; each familiar sight turning into blobs of cooler color variations compared to the daylight hues the express. The young stallion fled his home; he didn’t glance back the way he came. Nugget only cared for what lay ahead – the adventure he was going to find tonight. He was a blur of chocolates and deep gold.

Sure-footed hooves crest a hill bare of any tree. Nugget slowed to a stop and turned his emerald eyes back to the night sky. A warm light twinkled in the North portion of the sky. He tossed his head thinking he imagined the spectacle. Once he returned to view the strange phenomenon, the mysterious light was gone. Had he imagined it? Was he fatigued from galloping? He sure didn’t feel like he was tired. Must be his imagination he concluded. He turned to face east and start back the way he came, but he was stopped short. Stunned Nugget froze from the sight. Was it possible? How could this be? There at the base of the hill was a vision of brilliant honey hue that shone bright in the Moon’s glow and accents of purple. If Nugget could his mouth would have dropped to the floor and he would be rubbing his eyes in a feverish confusion.

There at the base of the hill was a young filly. None of which he had ever seen. She had a purple trail from her crystal blue eyes down her sides and ended above her knees on a backdrop the color of honey. She was looking straight at him. She seemed to see right through him and down to his puppy-like core. Nugget was unable to move. He was transfixed upon the beauty. The honey colored mare started to move toward him. His dual colored hooves delicately being placed upon the grass covered incline. To Nugget the mare seemed to float up the hill with ease and grace. Who was she? Where did she come from?
She reached the crest as was now feet away from him. Nugget had tried to keep still in his excitement. She was so close and he didn’t want to frighten her away. The stallion’s imagination went wild. His hormones playing a great deal as her scent reached his nostrils. She smelled sweet just like the way she looked. She was a small framed mare with feminine features. This made her even more appealing to the young stallion. Her soft muzzle began to reach for his as was customary with greetings among horses. Nugget in all his nervousness closed his eyes; he was frightened to touch her. What if she didn’t like him?

He waited expecting to feel velvet and inhale her intoxicating scent. Silence; nothing happened. Nugget opened his eyes wide. Emptiness was his view. The mare had vanished. It was as though she didn’t even exist; she was a cruel trick played by his mind. Nugget took in a few deep breathes to calm his nerves. He tentatively turned back the way he had come. A shiver shook his spine as his back faced the place where the mirage he had fallen for was. Nugget began to quicken his pace, but was stopped by startling shrill that cut through the air. A whinny so pure and loud echoed across the landscape. The trees seemed to bend to its presence. His emerald eyes didn’t turn to look upon the place where the honey colored mare had stood but to the Moon. It eyed the bright orb in the night sky. Did the moon seen brighter? More yellow colored than any other night he could remember. Nugget shook with anxiety. His mind forming a conclusion that was too astonishing, but clearly the only explanation his young mind could comprehend. That mare, that vision of honey that smelled just as sweet was the Moon. She had come down to greet him and acknowledge his existence.