Old

Sparky's eyes remain closed as he soaks in this strange warm feeling that was slowly washing over him. It wasn't like anything he'd felt before. He'd had a few girlfriends... Mel had been the latest. But it wasn't like this... none of them had been. This was... different. Nicer. Warmer. More comfortable. Yet... he still wondered... was it right?

Faith's kiss to his hand feels like the kiss of an angel, and he nuzzles his head in more to hers. Twilight was going completely forgotten, but the dozing mare didn't seem to mind a bit.

Sparky rocks just a little, his brow furrowing. "Faith..." His voice was still very quiet. "Do you..." He stops, feeling just a bit silly. But he had to ask. "Do you know how old I am?"