In the years since he’d seen her last, Gold Lily had changed. It wasn’t the extra grey in her coat or mane, although that was an obvious difference. Unlike some retirees, she hadn’t gone sedentary and put on weight, nor had she gone the opposite route and gotten in the exercise she never would have while working. She was just a little less put together than he remembered. Her mane was messy, and there were splotches of paint in her coat; upon consideration, it wasn’t that she’d let herself go, but now that she’d retired, she was willing to show a side of herself that he’d never before seen. He didn’t know what to make of it.