It had been a long evening. It had started with Cadaver taking Lovely Laces out to dinner so he'd be able to enjoy a time out with his lover in some form at least. But Lovely Laces was oh so lovely. The stallion and the mare went to dinner, they saw a show, walked around one of the public parks all before coming back to their mansion in the hills and Almas was able to come before the black stallion. Then Rascal walked up with a small box on his back, rubbing on the shadhavar. "Almas..."
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The shadhavar had been walking down the hall, almost the same way Rascal was, tail up and curling happily. She stopped and looked down to discover the box.
“What’s this?” Almas floated the box up and she went completely still.
Her crimson eyes shot to Cadaver before landing on the box again. Almas went into the living room and set the box down.
No, that couldn’t be it. Nobody would ever...
She pushed that thought out of her head. It was probably a fancy watch or something.
Her ears pinned back as she went to open it slowly with her hoof. The pregnant shadhavar almost fumbled backwards at what she saw.
