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I don’t think life as man and mare would be much different than how it’d be as friends or partners. The difference is that from there we’d have devoted ourselves, and we’d be closer through most everything big and small, thick and thin.
We’d likely (still) live the humblest of humble lives in the background of Ponyville, a far cry from the life neither I nor she was used to back then. Lyra’s a mare of simple circumstance, and one who doesn’t bargain with expectation; life in the moment is just that much more enjoyable. Any given morning, she could excitedly get me up to greet the day, or she could insist on enjoying an embrace under the covers for just a few more minutes. For most days, we wouldn’t know what to do.
Perhaps she’d decide to go on an adventure, from lilac woods to lush valleys, for time spent surrounded by Equestria’s grace and blessed by hers. We’d go foraging or exploring without hesitation nor worry. She might spend some time grazing here and there, chasing butterflies, sniffing flowers, and when she’s all tuckered out we’d settle in for a rest beneath the stars.
Perhaps we’d simply make a day in the streets of this comfy little town. Greeting ponies as we wander about
hand in hoof, chatting with friends, or maybe helping them out with the daily routine...She’d certainly be eager to try new things, from gardening with Carrot Top, to baking with Bon Bon, or maybe even a few drinking games with Berry Punch. Of course if I by some luck weren’t in some other trade in the town, we could even busk together, making music which lifts the spirit for a town so happy and free. And after it’s all settled down, we might sit on a bench together and just talk about anything on our minds. Maybe I’d
brush her mane if we were feeling frisky. Sunrise to sunset, an intimate bliss it would be.
How do I envision married life with Lyra being like? Well, no matter the weather, each day spent with her would be something special, something new. Life together would be spent living in our own little spotlight without chasing fortune or fame - for together at her whims, only time would tell where we’d go, what we’d find, and where her love would take us next. Someday...