Tomiko weaved her way among the trees. The mare moved with purpose. She was sure there was a herd here somewhere. However, when she came to a split in the path, she paused. Tomiko shined her lantern first down one path and then the other. She had no idea which way she should go.
One problem she often encountered because she traveled constantly, was that she never really knew where the local ponies lived. It was hard to deliver her blessings when she couldn't find them. Tomiko looked back and forth between the paths a few more times. Was that a hoof print going down one of the trails?
It sure did appear that way. Maybe that meant someone was down there! With a happy neigh, the mare moved into motion. Her cloak flapping gently against her chest as she moved into a trot. She was looking forward to someone new to talk to.
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