Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Yeah, I think she does,” Keefe agreed, petting Silveny’s nose again.
“And this means we can still have a little Keefster!”
Silveny gave him some major alicorn side-eye.
“Fine. No Keefster—though you’re missing out.” He went back to
thinking. “What about Wynn? Because we all know the little guy is
going to be made of win!”
“I actually like Wynn,” Sophie admitted, glancing at Silveny as she
turned the name over in her mind.
Wynn. Wynn! WYNN!
Keefe smirked. “Feels like it’s Wynn for the win!”
“Wynn and Luna,” Sophie said. “I like it.”
So did Silveny and Greyfell, who kept repeating both names over
and over as Greyfell settled next to Silveny for more alicorn snuggling.
And Sophie shot Keefe a grateful smile as they made their way out of
the pasture.
“Thanks,” she whispered. “You really got Silveny out of her funk.”
“That’s what I’m here for. To de-funk all the . . . You know what?
I’m actually not sure where I’m going with that sentence.”
Sophie wasn’t either—which wasn’t like him. His jokes were always
so instant and effortless. And there was a strange, twitchy energy to
the way he was moving, like someone who’d guzzled way too much
caffeine.
Or someone who was nervous.
“So how did you know the alicorns were here?” she asked, leading
him to the shade of Calla’s Panakes tree.
Keefe didn’t sit down beside her. Instead he stayed standing,
kicking up fallen petals and shifting his weight from leg to leg. “Oh. I
stopped by Everglen this morning. Figured it was time to be a good