Here I was in the Willow Grove, at ten years of age. I was older than most stallions planning to have their first son or daughter, but I didn't care. Most of those stallions either didn't care about the mare, or the relationship went downhill because they had only been with the mare for a short period of time. I had always been with Dark Dancer, well...mostly. It didn't matter now though, she still chose me to be the father of her child. She chose me to be the one to love her and to be loved in return. And if any stallions who lurked upon these lands tried to get to her before I did, it would certainly be the last time they'd ever try.
Dark ebony coat was a bit more hidden in branches of the willow tree I was standing under, maroon gaze flecked with violet searched through the long branches while I waited for Dark Dancer. You could not explain just how both excited, and nervous I was. Mostly I was nervous for Dark Dancer, and the future foal...I was also worried, would I be a good enough father?