Come home Fanta, I have lots of love and treats to offer

During a walk through sunset, you eventually spot a herd of teddy cobs in the meadows, finally. You've been looking for them for what felt like ages. You immediately scanned the small herd of grazing ponies. There was a lot of variety in color and patterns, but there was one that caught your eye as soon as you spotted it. A chestnut with a white splashed face and white socks, the orange color made it stand out from all the others. You approached the herd carefully, maybe you'd finally have the chance to use the bell that you've been carrying for the last weeks. You clutched it slightly in the pocket of your jacket as you got closer to the ponies. A few noticed you approach and lifted their heads, just to put them back down a moment later and continuing to graze. But the pony that had stood out to you, looked at you a little longer. Eventually it slightly tilted it's head and curiously approached you. You held your breath as the pony slowly trotted over to you, a gelding you guessed now. You then felt it sniffing your pocket, as if looking for treats or other goodies. You wanted to reach out and pet it's beautiful white-splashed face, but you hesitated, after all you didn't want to scare the pony away. You didn't have to wait for long though until the pony pressed it's nose against your chest, looking at you with a calm glance. Your heart was racing slightly, excitement perhaps? Would this be the pony that chooses you? Slowly you reached for the bell in your pocket and held it out to the pony that now curiously glanced at the ribbon. You hesitated for a moment before you reached for a strand of it's hair and tied the ribbon to it. The gelding stood still, he seemed almost content in your presence, resting one of his legs slightly. When you were done tying the bell onto him, you reached out to scratch his head "Hm.. I should call you Fanta for that standing out color you have." you chuckle slightly. The pony tilted it's head, maybe it liked that name. You spent a few minutes together before the pony lifted it's head, the herd called out to him as they continued moving. He answered with a soft neigh and made his way back to the herd. On his way however, he turned his head slightly back towards you for just a moment, saying goodbye to you with a soft nicker. You smiled softly at that gesture and watched the herd trot off through the meadow, the bell on your new friend chimed softly in the wind as they eventually dissappeared out of your view.