Veranda and Artillery

After many dates, corny songs, love notes, and anonymous gifts, young Artillery finally got what he wanted. Veranda fell for him.

They fell truly, madly, deeply in love with each other.

Veranda was now a well known dressmaker in the city, and Artillery was a part of Cloudsdale’s air force.

On one frosty winter Cloudsdale morning, Artillery asked Veranda if she wanted to go hang out with her. Veranda wanted to, of course. They both were now 20 years old.

Artillery arrived at Veranda’s cloud house. She opened the door and greeted him.

“Wow...” He mumbled his eyes wide. Veranda looked like an angel. Her cheeks were pink from the cold.

Her mane was slightly windblown, but neat. She was wearing a scarf that brought out her bright blue eyes. Her white coat glistened.

She smiled dazzlingly at him. Artillery felt as if he wasn’t good enough for Veranda, but she felt the opposite. He was Veranda’s shoulder to cry on, her best friend and soul mate.

Artillery treated her as well and politely as he could, like a delicate flower. He could be too protective sometimes, but he was overall a good stallion.

They began to walk, the white snow crunching beneath their hooves. “Veranda, follow me, I’ve got a place to show you” Artillery said, pumping his wings and drifting into the air.

Veranda nodded and followed. After a small amount of easy flying, they reached a snowy hill in Ponyville. Artillery chivalrously offered Veranda the most comfortable spot to sit on. She sat down.

“This place is beautiful...” Veranda said in wonder. Artillery put his hoof in hers, blushing.

“Well, um... I kind of... um...” He stammered. “Kind of what?” Veranda said, friendly.

“I kind of um... Wanted to... If it was okay with you... Wanted to ask you something.” He said, very nervous.

That was the funny thing about him. He could defend Equestria and fight in wars no problem, But dealing with mares brought fear into his loving heart. Veranda nodded.

“W-will you... Marry Me?”

He asked, looking at her, terrified that she would say no. Veranda flew at him. Artillery cringed in fear.

He was relieved to find that Veranda had only flown at him to give him a huge hug. Her warm arms wrapped around his torso, her face pressed up against his chest.

“Y-Yes!” She said gleefully. He let out a sigh of happiness. She really loved him!

He wrapped his arms around her and they sat in silence, the white mare clinging to him tightly.