They were never too far a way from each other, friends working to a common cause. They made a great team, the perfect combination of sugar and spice, complementing each other in every way.
He liked her smell: sweet, golden hay and sunshine. She liked his: freshly mown grass and rain. She was clam in the face of calamity. He had an obstinate, ever present mean streak, quite amusing in dire times. She was hardy, he was a fighter.
Yes, Peachblossom and Hoshi were the very best of friends.