Officially she was three, but she still plays like a foal. Trouble was a year younger, but they played together all the time like they were the same age. When mother came to visit last she said it would be time for her to grow up, but nah. Why should she? Growing up was no fun especially when you couldn't see the world around you. Sara had to rely on the smells, the sounds, and the descriptions others gave her. She much preferred to use her own imagination to see things.

"Come play!" She shouts without knowing who was actually nearby. She had an idea, but she couldn't say it out loud until she knew it was safe. "♪♪♪" The young red mare begins to sing as she dances around in a circle. Hopefully Trouble would be around to hear her idea or maybe one of the other foals. Though Sara didn't feel like they would be as into it as Trouble would be. Besides, he was more fun than the rest.

Now Sara did hear he had a new little brother so maybe he was too busy playing with him now. The singing stops as her lip pushes out in a pout. There was a new colt around too, but she hadn't met him yet. Uncle leader had told her to be nice to him. We shall see.