The little walk had taken all the Skylar could muster and once they reached the water’s edge she lowered her head and drank at the cold liquid greedily. Her body shook worse than ever and once she had gotten her fill of the chilling water she turned away and began pawing away the snow. Uncovering the frozen ground the new mother took the gamble and lay down upon the ground and the two foals followed suit to share in their mother’s warmth. Just by removing the weight from her legs Skylar already felt better and knew with enough time that she could recover.


Turning her gaze back to Inka and her inquiring questions Skylar couldn’t help the small smile that crossed her features. It seemed this woman dressed in black was a Peak mare in the making as Skylar could remember when she had been so full of questions on her first journey here. The more questions asked the better; then maybe the world would begin to realize just how well of a place this Peak was for the feminine equines of the Islands.


“Many mares come and go from this mountainside.” Skylar replied. “But there are a few that have been here as long as me or longer and I have been coming here since I was a year old.” Thinking about her next words Skylar paused momentarily before continuing. “There are different ranks to fill; the thinkers tend to stick to stealing, warriors do the fighting and the politicians do both. There are many Thinkers as of now, we could do with more Warriors if you know your way around a fight?” she asked.