M U L S A N N E
"most would rather deny a hard truth than face it"
2 - bay tobiano - mutt - 16hh - bondurant x khaleesi - shiva

"Peak, peak, it rhymes with seek, and oh, it is the peak I seek," she sang softly as she strolled, kicking pebbles out of her path and flicking her silver tail back and forth like a merry peace banner. She had made up the rhyme a few days ago, as soon as she'd decided to find the place Irvosat had told her about; it had come to her as suddenly and naturally as a breath of fresh air, and she had been unable to get it out of her head ever since. Singing it outloud and trying to think up new rhyming words helped with the loneliness of travel, she found, and it kept her mind sharp. Thankfully, while it had taken some time to get here, the Peak was not at all difficult to spot: it stood out like a sore thumb as the tallest vantage point on the island, rising from the surrounding hills like a worn-down tooth, a spine of grey rock against the soft curves of green.

"Peak, peak, it rhymes with beak, and oh, how it looks like a beak!" Yet it doesn't, not really.

How exciting it was, the idea of standing on a mountain top and seeing the world stretch out in every direction below her! She only hoped that Irvosat was still here, that she had not since moved on or even sickened and died. Even if she was gone, there might at least be other women here to keep her company, to tell her stories and share gossip about the stallions they'd known. Mulsanne had only recently met her first living, breathing men - having been raised among a small, sheltered band of mares - and had found them to be nothing like the vicious monsters her old aunties had painted them to be. Still, she was intrigued to hear others' experiences of the stronger sex. Perhaps these amazons might even have a few gems of wisdom to share with her.

She leapt deftly up the slopes as if she had been a mountain goat in another life, faltering only once or twice in her stride. Compared to the ever-shifting sands of her homeland, which required strong leg muscles and great agility to travel efficiently through, these steep rock cliffs were nothing but a little hard on her joints. Mulsanne felt dizzy if she looked down for too long, but as long as she kept her head high, the going was relatively easy, and soon she found an open stretch of relatively flat grassland about halfway up the mountain. There was a slight incline, and veins of rock in the earth that were precarious if she did not watch her feet, but otherwise this was as fine a place as any to rest and snatch a few mouthfuls of lunch. The day was growing warmer by the hour, anyhow, and she had worked up a light sweat while climbing.

The young mare blew out of her nostrils heavily and looked out over the dizzyingly panoramic landscape below her. Peak, peak, it rhymes with... meek. She had not expected it to make her feel so small and vulnerable, yet it did, despite all its beauty.