//------------------------------// // 7. If You’re Not the One - Daniel Bedingfield // Story: When Words Fail, Music Speaks // by ObabScribbler //------------------------------// 7. If You’re Not the One -- Daniel Bedingfield The gardens of Canterlot castle were beautiful at night. Cadence had always liked walking in them in the day, when bees and birdsong provided a nice background noise to help clear her head, but under the moonlight it took on an ethereal quality that suited her mood. She was a little frightened, actually. The strength of her feelings was not something she had anticipated when she first spotted the brother fo the filly she used to foalsit in the hall all those months ago. It had been a passing notion to day hello, nothing more. Now she wanted to be with him all the time. He occupied her waking thoughts, even when she was supposed to be concentrating on something else. She couldn’t wait to see him whenever their free time intersected – which happened so often that she suspected Celestia’s hoof in proceedings. “Hey, uh, Cadence?” “Yes, Shining?” She leaned against him, stopping when he stopped. He was tense, she realised. Very, very tesne. “Shining? Is something wrong?” He swallowed compulsively. “Uh, I ... I have something to ask you.” “What?” She watched in growing shock as he knelt. His horm glowed, fetching a small velveteen box from his saddlebag. He oepend it and the moonlight glimmered off a ring topped by with a perfect, heart-shaped diamond.