Joachim and Handy had elected to slip away in the burgeoning crowd that was gathering around the rescued miners, whose fur and manes were noticeably duller and ill-kept, but that was to be expected after being stuck in a mine for two weeks. The last they saw of Warm Night before their delightful meeting with the town council and the mayor, Town Crier, or cry baby as Handy had taken to publically referring was when he had been hugging his father outside of the inn, tears in the old pony’s eyes. They were, however, entirely comfortable with the tears in the foppish, jumped-up mayoral pony, who scarpered when Handy snarled in anger, revealing his canines.