Sleepy Fox Hollow Mint

Fancy whickered proudly. Just like our Breedmistress, She stated, in a matter-of-fact way. One sock for each cardinal point. It means she'll be fast on her feet- She said, cut off for a moment as the filly gave her bag a couple muzzle-punches to encourage milk flow. 'Course I've heard all sorts of mare's tales about what their socks mean, depending on which feet they're on, but...Four white socks is generally seen as being a good thing though- She winced, and flicked her tail as her hungry daughter gave her another jab. She rolled her eyes comically toward Selenia. 

She glanced down toward her herdmate's flank, where her belly bulged the most, and smiled. Having two foals running around would certainly brighten their days. 

Not sure yet, She said, glancing to the filly at her side, smiling as the little one's curly tail wriggled. I've got a Trusty, an Antic, and a Rufous, She said, listing her previous children. She smirked. I could still just go with Schmancy, She joked with a shrug.