--------------------Clover-------------------
Hearing the voices grow louder, Clover started to listen in to what they were saying.
Huh, somepony is galloping towards our direction,
What, there's no pony here galloping our way,
Of course he/she is not here yet. Give it time, you'll see,
Ok, if you say so. You're the one with sensitive ears. One small sound and you grow suspicious all of a sudden,
Whatever. Just get ready. We don't know if it's on our side or not,
Fine, fine. I have my sword ready, Hope that it's friendly. I don't want to ruin my newly polished sword.
Even if it isn't, there's not many of them.
Clover realised that they were talking about her, and slowed down. She said in a loud enough voice for them to hear, but not to startle them,
"You don't need a sword . . I'm not going to harm any of you!" she said with a giggle.
Getting to the edge of the clearing they were standing in, Clover poked her head around a tree cautiously.
"Just me!" she giggled. "This is the rescue mission group . . . . . . right?"