The smallest hint of warmth wafted through me. It was the flavour of sweet, mature blueberry nectar, strong but soothing. I frowned, looking about for its source. Surely the spell on Shining Armour had long since broken by now? Besides, his love tasted of coconuts. Then I noticed Willow twitch in her sleep, her little hooves fidgeting as if galloping in through her dreams. Ah, it must be her dreaming, about me perhaps? 