Gleaming still had to maintain her status in the ranks, at first it wasn’t that bothersome, having a little extra volume to her body. In fact things were going quite pleasantly, the mare guards fawned over her while she enjoyed teasing the stallions – just getting a little too close to from time to time, shifting her weight from one hoof to the other. The work wasn’t bad either, just trot around on occasion, and do some paper work and be pampered by the mess hall. Though has the foal began to hang lower and stretching out in her the Doctor told Gleaming if she still wanted to maintain her work she wold have to wear a cradle. . . Prince Bolero made sure of that.