Skylar would never really be able to say why she had not discussed her previous home with Lyden. At one point maybe she should have even threatened the wrath of her sisters upon him after the crimes he had committed to her. But that darkness that had clouded her father’s vision had been in the pale man’s eyes and she had known then that no matter the fear or the fire of fury that raged through her; she had to try and save him from himself just as she had done with Styrke.


Perhaps it was the need to keep some part of her life in control; to keep something secret from him so that when she decided too she would explain. It seemed silly but Skylar had wanted some sort of control in her life, even if she hadn’t been able to control anything else.


As Impa speaks of rapist she is sure that the draft mare is talking about her father. Skylar remembered how unstable the stallion had been before the fight and how he had acted afterwards. It had been a hard time in his life and although she understood she would never expect the strong mare to as well. But that is not what left the squirming feeling in the pit of Skylar’s stomach. It was that Lyden had been her rapist and this mare did not know that. So freely Impa had invited him to the Peak and although Skylar felt she had changed him she could only picture the Prime Minister meeting him with hooves and teeth should he try to climb this mountain after her figuring out the truth.


Keeping quiet a few moments longer than she should, Skylar turned her gaze back to Impa. “Perhaps it is not a debt I owe you then.” She said before giving what she hoped was her new friend another smile. “But that will not stop me from doing my best for this herd or for you, Prime Minister. You have given me courage, support and the strength I need to call this home mine once again.”