Stone Mane sat on a stool in Lily Dancer’s bedroom while the filly retrieved something from her closet. The colt didn’t know why it felt weird being in a filly’s bedroom like this. As if he was behind enemy lines, or he’d entered some special inner sanctum.
True he’d briefly been in Applebloom’s bedroom during his visit to Sweet Apple Acres, but that had been a spontaneous response to a request for help from her, and that sortie had left its own odd memories in his mind.