“Oh so?” I tilted my head in confusion.
He nodded. “A little birdie told me you lost your best friend as a foal.” He said.
I nodded. “Yeah I was picked on because I didn’t have my cutie mark yet. I was the last one of the class to get it.”
He pointed to his own blank flank. “I lost all my memory when I was eight, but I’m fairly certain Cutie Marks aren’t client side.” He joked.






