Redhawk Caldera The faith that sets you free

There was one thoroughly and completely indisputable fact about Finley - she was utterly and irrevocably in love with Elwood.  She adored everything about him, relished every second that they spent together.  It was like a dream from someone else's life.  Everything was so happy and so perfect.  It was just so... unreal that this was actually a relationship of Fin's.  I mean... Well, you don't know what I mean, but just know that it's like.. SERIOUSLY?


Fin was quick to answer her lover's call.  They'd just spent... Well, more than thirty seconds, away from each other, and thus she was missing him quite desperately.  A wide smile burst across her muzzle as she spotted him, and quickly she ran to greet him.  She stretched her muzzle out towards him, planting a series of happy kisses upon his cheek before settling in near him, smiling fondly upon his handsome face.

"It's about damn time, Twig," Fin chided with faux frustration, "I thought I was going to have to go find myself someone else to torment, I hadn't heard from you in so long."  In reality, it hadn't been long at all.  They saw each other every day - multiple times per day.  It was actually as though they were gorilla glued to each other, but still.  That was the way Finley preferred them to be, so even a few hours apart was just plain wrong to her.