A breeze brushed past her, shifting her mane and tail off to the side, the golden waves unhindered by her usual red ribbons. Today, she only had her Stetson on, rim tipped down to shade her face from the sun as she read over the letter for the fifth time that day. Next to her, rocking lightly on a chair, was Granny Smith, gazing at her with her hooves steepled in her lap.