Eighteenth of Harvest, 189th Greensfounding
My Dear Diary,

Again, or perhaps continually, I find myself indulging the most coltish of impulses; indeed doing so with significant enthusiasm. Daydreaming about Cloudshield is likely the most prominent among them, and such daydreams, such fanciful thoughts, are frequently at the forefront of my mind.

It would be dishonest to claim objection to this fact. I enjoy my daydreams, and it seems as if many of them will come to be reality of themselves. Cloudshield is truly exceptional. Her courtship of me seems the fare of grand romances, perhaps to be the inspiration of a story that will delight for ages to come.

This past evening, she took me to watch stars from atop a guard tower. I was concerned, sensibly, that her superiors would be less-than-fond of such usage. Her reassurances may have quieted my protests, but I still believe that our actions may yet bring her undue misfortune. I imagine, were she present, that she would recommend I worry no longer. Perhaps she is correct, but I would feel quite guilty if she was reprimanded over our time together.

Nevertheless, the evening itself was nothing short of magnificent. Cloudshield is beautiful, of course, but she looked resplendent in the moonlight. She held me close and showed me more stars and starshapes than I had ever thought to see. It was very comfortable, though I imagine her warmth made it far more so than it might have been were I alone.

I didn't count the time we spent up there, but it seemed like hours. Everypony was asleep by the hour she'd returned me home. Ivory seemed ~~perturbed~~ ~~irrit~~ significantly angered in the morning.

I am unable to deny the validity of her irritation, though. Cloudshield was rather intimate with me. I haven't yet given her the fullest extent of favours that I might, but perhaps that will come in due course. Still, the closeness of the evening provided her the opportunity to explore the vast majority of my form. I believe there may be a bruise on my neck, as well. Hmmm... It was a pleasant evening indeed.

She kept me wrapped up gently with her hindlegs for hours, while stargazing and when stargazing grew rather dull. She smelled very sweet, it was rather shocking at first. Perhaps I am simply unused to proximity to a mare. She braided part of my mane. I've left it that way since. I'll likely leave it in a braid until she herself undoes it, as a show of ~~dedicati~~ undying affections.

She found a rather sensitive spot at the base of my neck. I'm rather hopeful, then, that she remembers its location. I can't recall more enjoyable sensations. Her attentions were, in their entirety, among the most pleasant moments of my life. I'm almost certain I love her.

For Her and Her Alone,

Flamehearth

Author's Note

This was rather difficult to write, and I'm still not perfectly happy with it, but I imagine it's time to move on to another entry. It does what it was meant to do, certainly. Enjoy!