His solemn offer is met with another of her smiles, appreciation for this serious boy flooding through her and meeting no obstacles. Her blue eyes move to those marvellous appendages and her nose itches with a desire to touch them. Are they as soft as they look? “Thank you, but I could never.” Her voice is reverent again, and she thinks now that this feeling inside her is why his name suits him. It would be very easy to worship him, and she wonders if any other fillies have tried. “They are far too incredible on you, and I would not be able to properly admire them.”
There’s a small pause - the brightness of her blue eyes back to his gold gaze as she continues. “And if you gave me your wings, who would teach me how to fly?” She tilts her head slightly to the side, the grin that spreads full of warmth. She is already far too attached to that theoretical day to give it up, even for wishes and daydreams.
His lack of a real answer to her question only serves to make her more curious - more interested in what his dreams are about. Stellaria dreams of beautiful things, even those that are terrible and fierce.
He’s closer now and it’s easier to get lost in the kaleidoscope of colours on him - her eyes unashamedly tracing patterns of colours on his neck when she speaks. Better to talk, she thinks, than to focus on how her muzzle twitches again with the desire to place a gentle touch on him.
“If they are not beautiful, then what are they?”
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