The sky seemed to shimmer with life, all the stars blinking and flickering creating a swirling, unpredictable pattern of light and dark.
"You know," I began, folding my hooves behind my head, "William was supposed to be so dedicated, he'd take a bullet for Daring. Don't you think that's--" I cut myself off, not knowing if I should say the word. "Erm... brave?"
"You were going to say 'romantic,' weren't you?" Soarin guessed, correctly.
I chuckled, trying to dodge the question.
"You were, weren't you?" he teased, giving me a playful poke in the ribs.
I giggled a bit longer, watching the stars a while longer. After a minute or two, I mumbled, "Yeah." I looked over at Soarin. He just grinned, keeping his gaze fixed on the crescent moon. His mane fluttered a bit in the breeze.
"It is pretty romantic," Soarin agreed eventually.
"Yeah..." I sighed.
Soarin cleared his throat, moving into a slightly more comfortable position. "I'd take a bullet for you," he murmured, barely audible over the tropical buzz of the jungle.
"What'd you say?"
"Aw... n-nothin'," He replied, rolling over so his back faced me.
I smiled to myself, watched the stars continue their strange dance. I knew what he'd said, and that was enough.
Well, for now anyway.