French Onion i've cookies and hot choccy for you

Connor had been half asleep. No, mostly asleep, when hed booked to visit a mare named French Onion. He had, in his barely conscious state, intended to order food, but had somehow managed to land on a little pony mare. 

He couldnt explain why or how and he wasnt particulatly bothered by it. A twist of fate, and a rather nice one at that. 

He had planned to go and check out the feral ponys, so this worked out nicely. 

The French Onion pony- who was decidely not soup- turned out to be a bit tricky to find. Connor was cold then and now and still craving something warm. He wished this round up hadnt fallen into the beginnings of winter. It was a bit worth it though, to see the fluffy ponys.

Only that French Onion turned out to not be very fluffy at all. She was also very, very small and adorable and looking at Connor with a questioning eye. Her coat colour was warm, chocolatey even. It surely would be soft, if she allowed him to touch her fur. She seemed somewhat used to visitors, if her rather calm reception of him and her short, roached mane were any indicators. It did pose the question who would cut a feral ponys mane.

Connor spoke to her softly, saying hello, observing her reactions. French Onions ears swiveled, she kept a small, polite distance. Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent, he took off a glove, reached out a hand to allow her better access. She puffed out a breath and took a step closer. This visitor seemed rather kind, she liked his warm voice and friendly words.

She nudged his hand, curiously nibbled it. Even licked, which Connor found quite endearing. French Onion was investigating with all senses, very thouroughly. Connor reached a bit closer and gave her muzzle a careful pat. She allowed the touch, simply watched with warm and calm eyes. 

She remained just as grounded when Connor went to pet her forehead, then her neck. It seemed she quite liked it even, espechially when he scratched her belly, which he had to bend down for. He found French Onion to be just as kind as hed come to know from the breed. 

And he decided that she was the one he wanted to braid the bell ribbon to. Shed be the sweetest addition to the ranch.

Submitted By Azurakyotha
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