The Story Of Scoscvisc

Rose & Leif

"Please sit down on the couch," Rose said with a tone that was obviously a loving one.

"Thanks Mrs. Flowerhoof. Not to be rude or anything but, why are you here?" Scoscvisc asked still confused as to why Tulipe's mother was here.

"My husband and I were on our way to our Saturday breakfast when we decided to stop by and say hello to our daughter. We came by and she told us all about her little adventure yesterday, I was happy for the both of you, but Leif… well he was skeptical about you."

"Who's Leif?"

"oh, Leif is my husband."

"Is he here?" Scoscvisc said nervously,

"what do I have to be nervous about," Scoscvisc thought to himself, "I'm a successful young stallion that's going somewhere in life, not some deadbeat."

"Leif! He's here!" Rose called out to her husband.

"I'm coming" Leif said as he walked out of the kitchen that was down the hallway from where Rose and Scoscvisc were seated.

Scoscvisc decided to look about the room, something that he hadn't thought of doing until now, he saw that the walls of the room were a cream color with ornate flowers as wallpaper, something that he thought suited its resident. The couches matched that color and the medium sized room didn't have much in it. Scoscvisc thought that maybe she hadn't moved out of her parent's house not to long ago but he would have to ask her. Most of the furnishings were of a wooden fashion, the only metal being the lights in the room. The hallway that he saw Leif walking down was not too long, it had 3 doors in it, 1 was the kitchen that Leif walked out of, and the other 2, Scoscvisc assumed, were a bathroom and a bedroom.

Leif walked into the room. He was a middle-aged stallion with a grass green coat and a short dirt-colored mane that was showing signs of age. He was average in height, but his muscles showed that he had worked in some form of manual labor for most of his life. He walked over to the loveseat next to the couch and sat on it.

He smiled and said, "I've heard the story from Tulipe's point-of view and now I want to hear it from you, how did you two meet."