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They were watching the sunrise from the flower field where they had first confessed their feelings to one another - flowers of all starting to peek up through the scrub underhoof now that the winter had gone. Last year Ken'Iefare had stumbled over his thoughts and words for longer than he'd like to think, trying to puzzle his feelings for his friend. In hindsight it all seemed so obvious and simple. The blessing of looking back on something, he supposed.

"I can hardly believe it's already been a year since I first told you I loved you." Time tended to fly by when he was in Rowan's company. Even before they had been together that had always been the case in all the years they had known one another. "Here's to many more Acushla."

"That it is." There was a smile on his face as he looked upon his beloved.

What he'd never told Rowan was the first few times he had come on his own he'd had to beg his mother's leave to do so. His father had been on his side and helped soothe her worries. He'd made promises to travel as swiftly and safely as possible. It had helped greatly once he had large enough wings to fly.

"The occasion calls for fresh adornments, don't you think?" He inclined his head to motion further into the field. "Shall we take a walk and see what calls to you most this morning?" He'd come prepared with a bag in case in case Rowan had trouble deciding or they weren't able to get all the blossoms settled in his mane on their own.

It was only last year that dawn had become a part of it. Ken'Iefare had picked it because they were unlikely to be bothered - and because the hour of dawn meant beginnings. The sight of the sun had bolstered his hope.

When they had broached the subject of the fields last moon Rowan had been all too happy to go out at dawn again. So they could have the time truly to themselves. The mischievous look in his eyes when'd said it still made Ken'Iefare blush to think about. (His father always said he'd gotten his mother's shyness and sensibilities.)

"I think those would be lovely." And seemed to be in an abundance so Rowan would not have to worry about that. "Perhaps some white ones too?" All colors that stood out again his mate's coat and mane but didn't overwhelm.

He tilted his head and examined the field. He thought he had seen more white blossoms back the way they had come from. There were some dotted in between the others, though not all of them had managed to peak above their more colorful fellows from the looks of things. He nosed into the grass to try and pull the flowers out by their stems without crushing the petals.

This was a task that Gladiolus was far more suited to, but the pronghorn had insisted he had other things to do. More likely he had not wanted to be a third presence and put a damper on their celebration. If he wasn't very successful they could always bring him later on to gather more flowers for Rowan.

In the end only two of the flowers he retrieved were largely unscathed. But the rest could be dried and kept for their scent so they did not go to waste.

"Acushla, I believe I've found-"

He turned back to Rowan and burst out laughing.

"Why don't I...." Ah. Uhm? His ears stood straight and then relaxed as he considered the idea. "I mean I suppose I could...." A forehoof pawed at the soft grass and thankfully already crushed blossoms. "You'll just have to help me pick them out of my feathers and scales later." Ken'Iefare had no doubt that his mate would. They groomed each other often regardless.

The nuzzle helped soothe the embarrassment that was bubbling up. He tucked his wings in as tightly as he could to protect them as he rolled over in the grass. It was surprising kind of fun? It was also a little bit strange to be looking up at Rowan from his angle. He chuckled and kept at it for a few more minutes, enjoying the soft scritches of the grass against his coat.

When he was done he rolled back over, shaking out his mane and extending his wings before getting back up. "That wasn't so bad...." He hadn't done it since he was small and barely had any wingspan to speak of.

"Thank you for every morning, every day and every night Acushla. In the past, now and always." He draped his head over his neck as best he could and pulled him into a hug. "I do not know where I would be without you."