The painted mare was no fool. Skylar knew that lying upon the ground was a risk but at the moment she had no choice but to take it. She would only lay there long enough to regain the control of the pain her chest that was brought on by any exertion. It was only by experience that she could keep it hidden now and not wince as it throbbed with each beat of her weak heart. It would take some time she knew from her previous children. The aching feeling lasting for most of the season afterwards that made it hard to eat or sleep.


“There is one mare that holds a higher rank; the Prime Minister. Her name is Impazienza.” Skylar said with a faint nod before reaching back to nuzzle one of her foals that had let out a faint sound that would eventually grow stronger into her own voice. Once the child was settled again the mother turned her gaze back to the midnight colored mare again. “I’m sure that she will give you more in detail of the ranks offered and how they work.” She said before flicking an ear in the last direction she had caught the mare’s scent. “She is a large black draft mare with a blanket upon her rump. You will know her when you see her.” Surely if this mare drifted across the Peak long enough her scent would travel to Impa and the draft mare would seek Inka out herself.


“As for stallions, I have not personally seen any on this mountain. But I was told that some may visit if they are invited and they may not linger.” She said, hoping that was the answer this mare was looking for.