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The field whispered upon the fields of wildflowers. The sliver twilight brushing the fluffy hairs that covered all of Marshmallows body. The curls intertwining with the blades of grass. All the horses asleep letting the lullaby of soft rain and steady wind lull them to sleep.
Marshmallow fluff enjoyed the cooling effect of the rain locking onto the tips of their hairs. The breeze just made the experience rise to excellence. The breeze refreshed their body for the next spring day.
The spring was well known for it's showers, this was no different.
Tomorrow brought on challenges and another race. Another day to prove something to their stans. The fans would appear with signs and flags, money and bets. It was pure chaos on the tracks.
Marshmallow Fluff wasn't like Lucky who won like it was second nature. Nor were they speedy like Lightning. They were just themself. Themself. Marshmallow Fluff.
They didn't see this as a negative. No. They were quite humble.
Stans still showed up loving Marshmallow unconditionally. Betting on him even if they had losses. They got a freight of the track each time. No matter how many times Marshmallow goes through racing, they still get a small freight like its their first time. They were shy in the eyes, strong in the heart.
Marshmallow was an average horse. A good amount of wins, a good amount of losses. Bumping into other horses and gaining spontaneous speed at times. The voluminous curls dancing tango with the winds that contrast the running motion. When marshmallow can truly be free gliding across the maps.
The slumber of Marshmallow had been noticed by a familiar pink fuzz ball. The Sweetest Treat. Sweetie was exactly what her name was: sweet. She was quite cold.
She had originally stepped outside for a drink of water. But her curiosity took ahold of her. Seeing the shadow of Marshmallow through the dim sliver of the moon. She immediately grew concerned for the other. Her hooves tapping the mud in between the grass patches. Lying against the cream coloured horse. Marshmallow was warm. Despite the dampness, they're hotter than a heater.
Marshmallow seemed a bit alone at times. Sweetie was close to most, a bubbly girl, a kind one. One who didn't hide her empathy.
There was no need to. The warmth she received from Marshmallow made her feel comfortable Her eyes slowly getting tired of being awake.
The crickets hummed, the wind sung and the rain tapped the roof. It was a nice night.
A night of horse romance.