An enchanting sight catches the filly’s eyes. Something captivating, and yet, beyond her reach.
“I could never... I cannot.”
The feeling is not alien to her, but it’s one she knows she dare not act upon. She never has. She daren’t. It could destroy everything.
And then the sight is whisked away, as what she had feared is confirmed. That which she admires belongs to another already.
“I suppose... this is how it shall be.”