The trek down the mountain face took no time at all, and Imp jogged toward the base with her head up and lifting her feet higher than necessary with each step. She often had to stop and wait for her lagging companion, however, and so by the time the two young mares reached the base, Imp was more irritable than usual. She settled in beside Michonne and pushed out her lower lip as she glowered at the few horses she could see mingling further out in the common areas.

“I’ve been out there like, once,” she said. “Met some stallion who was pretty weird, but I’d go again.” The chestnut girl flicked her tail and shot a grin at her companion. “Although I have it on good authority that the one I met was unusual. I’m looking forward to meeting one that’s more... regular.” Imp turned her gaze back to the other horses. She was getting sick of the Peak and the company there, particularly that of her aunt’s. They were all pretty boring. She wanted excitement, and to solve the mystery of males.

Lately, it had been at the front of her mind. Stallions. What were they all about, and why did her family hide away from them on the mountain? Imp glanced at Michonne again. “Have you ever met a stallion?” she asked, already formulating a lie to embellish her own story if it turned out her friend had.