Many people ask you the same xD, although I understand that you have a lot of work, it would not be bad, we all love to see it . Well I've been away a couple of days and I missed your two new artworks Holivi, I never forgive me. Awesome!!. You always surprise me with your skill with the colors.
Fluttershay let the bike coast to a stop at the sight of the lone, secluded shack at the edge of the meadows. Big Mac had assured her that it wasn't used, that the Apple family maintained it in case of an unexpected renter. It looked pleasant in that early afternoon light; cool and quiet.
She had been looking at her shoes the entire time that Big Mac talked about it, feeling her body flush as he described how absolutely isolated it was, how nobody ever went that far afield of the house or orchard.
There was always embarrassing talk about trysts in the barn or playful meetings deep in the orchard, but this was always playful jest. The truth was that Sweet Apple Acres was very busy, and there was no place that could be counted on to be empty for long. They kept joking about that; the fact that they could never really be sure that a little sister wouldn't be falling out of the nearest tree, or that a well-meaning friend wouldn't be about to bound from around the corner. Then they talked more seriously. About how it would be nice if there were someplace where they didn't need to worry about being seen or heard.
Someplace where they could be very, very alone...
When Fluttershay started out from her house, her feet felt very heavy through the entire ride across the countryside. Now with the cottage in view they felt light, but unresponsive. Her breaths became slow and deep. Was Big Mac inside? Was he waiting? She tremble a little as she tried to keep her mind clear, her heart pounding in fear and uncertainty. He hadn't actually talked about what they could do with that entire afternoon alone, but she hadn't asked.
It really was a beautiful day. She looked around at the fields, those beautiful, golden fields that Angel could frolic in all afternoon long.
There was movement in the window, and she saw a familiar, shy face smile from behind the glass. Suddenly her legs were full of energy, peddling furiously up the barely used path. Her heart was still pounding, but without fear she flew forward with an eager smile on her face and a light in her eyes.