Sleipniara was standing in a lovely glade with many willows, laughing streams, and moonlit butterflies. Yet she did not notice the beauty of her sanctuary. A single tear fell from her deep, oceanic blue eyes (They had changed to match her sorrowful mood.) and when it splashed on the ground, the ground glimmered and glittered and within moments a single red rose had grown. Sleipniara knew that these roses held extreme healing powers, and that if she ever died they would wither away and bloom only on the anniversary of her death, but she was too sad to think of this extraordinary gift right now.
Shadowfax could possibly be the only horse who had ever truly loved her, or so she had thought. She should be used to it by now. None of the other horses she had ever loved had ever loved her back. They could never look past her strange bloodline. "Those awful purebreds!" she sobbed in a defensive rage.
Suddenly, she heard a sound. She spun around, trying to cover her tears. I am a strong mare, she thought fiercely.
It was Shadowfax, looking like he had stepped out of a fairy tale. His head was lowered in humble sorrow and he looked up at her through his shining forelock. He shyly walked over to her and lay a lily at her feet.
"Truly, I didn't mean to hurt you. Do you forgive me?"
There were no words for how she felt. She walked over to Shadowfax, marvelous, wonderful, beautiful, kind, generous, loving, humble, gentle, romantic proud, poetic Shadowfax, and shyly, yet lovingly, nuzzled his nose.
A/N: Sobbing single tears…riiiiiiiight…Anyway, thank you o reviewers! You make my day(s)! And since I'm in a giving/bribing mood today…*hands out My Little Binky (©Terry Pratchett) sets to reviewers* (By the way, if you don't know who Binky is, then you've been deprived of some good satire.)