Username: Howlinghooves
Show Name: Whiskey Sour
Barn Name: Meredith
Friend: OliverMer is, like Oliver, of a mind that everyone will likely waste her time at some point or another. Usually within the first few minutes of conversation. Of course, she's got a quick tongue like Oliver, too, and they enjoy their back and forth banter far more than others think they should. It's usually filled with belittling insults slung sarcastically, equally rude comments slipped in while speaking with someone else, and, of course, boisterous laughter at the expense of others when together. Meredith, though female, is often compared to as one of the boys; Oliver agrees, and wonders why she didn't tell her dam to make her a colt due to her being far better suited as a battering ram than a mamby-pamby filly.
Overall, Mer and Oliver are steadfast friends due to a lifetime of close quarters, a kinship forged in wartime, and for just knowing that sometimes it's better to insult someone and pull their mind from darker times than sit with them and mope. Neither Meredith nor Oliver like foals either; that's a plus for both.
"Dog barking under your feet?
Get a taller tree."