"Thanks Siha. I don't want to tick of your royal guards. I've heard stories about what happens then." According to Jason, they tree would work like a mailbox. For some reason it couldn't let Siha through it though. Rachel slips the note into a crack of the tree before heading home.<br/><br/>"You've probably never seen sheep before have you?" Rachel sets the prince on ledge while she gets the feed ready for the small flock of five. A snort and a hoof stamp reminds her that she also needs to fed Samuel, the quarterhorse bay gelding the farmer boards here as well. "That's Samuel over there." Rachel moves Siha over to a window ledge while she feeds the sheep, who come in from the stone fenced paddock when they hear grain being poured. "They're cute but  they're stupid," she tells Siha. Samuel snorts and stamps again when she comes over to his stall. "Impatient, aren't yah?", she tells the horse. Rachel pulls a peppermint out of her lower coat pocket before unwrapping it and offering it to the horse in the flat of her hand. While the horse chomps at the mint she puts fresh hey in his net and checks his water bucket.