A weak cheer went up from the crowd; it hadn't sunk in with everyone, and some ponies had begun to get up once he said they were dismissed.  Conversation broke out, the chatter of many pony voices filling the area as the most of their number began to file out, leaving perhaps a half-dozen as the first crop of warriors and scouts.  Among those, Puffy sat stiff-backed, a faint heat in her cheeks.  One of the others who remained, a mare with yellow fur, leaned over to whisper into her ear.