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>Spirits soaring, Octavia could not hold back the waterworks and a few tears started to flow while a huge smile took hold. “The mare I know is exactly the right mare for that!” she said in a unsteady voice full of emotion.
“And the final thing. She should be very, very beautiful. I can imagine her now.” Anon closed his eyes and put his fingers to his temples, as if he was going to summon the spirits. “A luxuriant coat of grey, smooth and fine. Her mane, long and silky. And her eyes; they’re a deep, rich purple, like amethyst.” Anon opened his eyes to behold Octavia, tears steaming down her face and graced by a smile that reflected true love.
>After a pause that seemed infinite to her, and after she could bear it no more, Octavia lunged forward, hugged Anon tightly, and buried her tear moistened face in his chest. “I love you!”
“I love you too, Octavia. I always will.”