“Be careful near the edge, my little muffin. You are not a pegasus, you are a unicorn, remember.”
“But you’d catch me, if I fell?”
“Of course I would. But mommy is tired from flying all the mail. The summer has been busy with postcards. Isn’t the ocean so pretty from up here?”
The little filly nodded eagerly and rushed to the lee of a statue near the ledge. The pegasus didn’t remember having seen it here before, but it looked old. Chipped and cracked along its surface, it was nevertheless smooth and gently crafted; a pony sitting at peaceful rest, staring out across the waves, made by loving hooves. The mother and foal quieted as they regarded it, and a strange sense of calm settled upon them. A ship’s silhouette rode the horizon.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, muffin?”
“I love you.”
"I love you too, very much."