Skylar had pardoned herself from the two Peak mares once she had been invited back to the place she had once considered home. She had still been too weak to make the journey up to the mountains but didn’t really want to voice her fault but secretly she had a suspicious that Irvostat might have known since the mare had seen her when she was at her worst. Regardless Skylar had rested for a number of days before turning her face towards the mountain tops, longing in her eyes before her legs finally began to carry her away from the Falls and to the place of legend.


The journey was hard and Skylar considered several times of giving up and just turning around, taking the easy way out and making her home in the Crossing. But she had made this trip several times in her life and at one point it had been the easiest part of going between Luthien with her father and visiting her friend here in the Peak. So the painted mare simply gritted her teeth and pressed on.


As Skylar was finally reaching the top, her mind set on the place where she had last seen the herd when Impa was announced as the Prime Minister, her golden eyes catch the faint shape of a light colored figure. It was small, about the size of a young horse and the mare stopped and squints her eyes, trying to get a better view of what the creature was. To her knowledge it was a young horse, but what was it doing out here alone? Changing course, Skylar ventured over towards the young fillies. When she was sure that was what they were, she could only imagine the fear the mother must be feeling.


“Hello” she said her soft voice warm and genuinely nice. “What are you two doing out here alone?” she asked, Skylar’s gaze not missing the other filly laying in the grass.