Skylar wandered alone, her head low and ears slightly tipped back as her golden gaze held a faraway look. The girl was lost but not in a literal sense as she knew right where she stood. She was in the home of the warrior women of the Peak where a mare had just as much power as a stallion. The painted girl had not believed such places existed and once she had come here looking for Mouse upon her father’s request she had felt a strong tugging in her heart to never leave. Already Skylar could not think of this place as anything else but home but did she have any right to call this place that?


It is then that a heavy sigh escapes her lips and she raises her head to allow her eyes to look upon the stars that glitter across the sky overhead. If she were to be standing next to Mouse she would ask the grullo how it could ever be possible for her to stay here as Skylar felt as if she would do anything to gain such privilege. But with a weak body how could she ever gain the respect of the women who ruled these lands and become one of their ranks? It all seems to be just a dream and with dreams there will always be a reality ready to slap someone in the face and the painted girl feels as if that truth does not lie to far away.


Lowering her head Skylar looks out across the vast region that makes the Peak home. She had allowed her legs to carry her high and to look out across the rest of the Crossing Island and to where she could see the faint dark spots that marked the other islands. Which would be the home that she would be given in the due time that she could no longer live with her father? Ears folding back as a helpless feeling overcomes the mare she cannot help but allow it to swallow her whole.

filly | mutt | blue roan tobiano | 15hh | frost
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