~: She listened quietly, before nuzzling her son. After some thought she spoke, a soft voice that held authority and grace :~ "Even if you were not After The Rain, my son, my answer would be the equal. This mare who claims that having a disability may be "imperfect" is wrong in her words. There is only one whom is perfect for another. Each must find their own mate, whom in their eyes is perfect." ~: She paused, a little hesitant for she had not found her own yet. Quickly brushing it aside she continued :~

"If this femme is wise, she can see that a stallion of your position can not rush into things like I have seen countless others . . . A wise stallion once told me this 'Thee who waits for the treasure to come to them is splendered beyond their imagination, thee whom searches for it searches in vain and is quick to kill any chance of finding it' Your heart will choose for you my son,"

~: Her orbs were a deep emerald as if she anticipated finding her own treasure :~ "If this mare can not see where you stand, then she wishes only for the position which is at stake, the mare who's heart you seek will be sturdy but understanding." ~: She snorted, before looking at him for a moment :~ "I think I shall talk to this mare myself . . ."