Stygian sits beneath a tree, surrounded by discarded drafts of a love poem.

Mistmane wanders through the garden, reflecting on the days when she was the beautiful mare in the world.

A little nudge from a couple of their friends might be enough to bring them together.

This is a story that I've been tinkering with for a long time, but it was only earlier this week that I finally managed to sketch it out into a proper story. Romance isn't my forte, but I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless!