Most foals Luna would hold often squirmed and complained. But not Moonlight. This foal was so mild mannered, so gentle and so full of adoration that as she was pressed against her mother’s muzzle, all she did was squeak with delight and allow herself to be nuzzled. Her tiny, downy feathers puffed up as her tiny pink hooves pressed against her chin, staring up at her.
Luna sighed in quiet delight, absolutely in love with the small bundle in her hooves. There was no father in the picture, but Luna did not need the father. His service to her had been gifting her the thing she had wanted most in her life. A foal. A child to love and call her own. And finally, after many heartaches and tribulations, she was here. Just gazing upon her filled Luna with such a deep joy that she felt tears prick her eyes.
Together, Moonlight and Luna spent the night, observing the stars and basking in their favorite time. Nighttime. Finally, Luna had someone to spend it with.