Princess Pocket Lint laid under the shade of a tall tree. The mare was contently laying there with her eyes closed, letting her thoughts wander off. She was wondering why she was so close to Ranulf and Sweetpea. Was it because she trusted them enough to allow them so close? Her ears briefly flicked at the thought. The mare could recall interacting with them when she was only a basket. But, she was grateful for having two wonderful friends that understood her.
She had managed to come by Sweetpea and have a nice chat with him, but she never managed to find time to see Ranulf and check how he was doing. The mare was still unaware of the situations between Ranulf and Sweet, or anyone else for that matter. It always seemed like she was left out of the arguments.