Reginleif had entered the peak with a deep sense of bitterness and resentment. One of the mares had taken it upon herself to “save” Reginleif when she was a mare in no need of saving. She was more than capable of saving herself should the need have arisen. The lagoon had been her chosen home on and off for 11 years and now should found herself a part of something she had never taken an interest in. Mares were annoying. They whined a lot about things that didn’t matter and were generally fuelled by a need for love, affection and foals. Reginleif did not care a great deal for any of those things and mostly kept away from the company of her own gender. To now find herself as a member of a mare only herd was disconcerting to say the least. Of course, she was open to the idea that perhaps the mares of the peak when not like those in the bands or the trinkets of the lagoon. They shunned tradition and seemed at least part way capable of looking after themselves without the need to rely on a stallion. The fact that she could fight whoever she wanted with the prospect of a reward was also highly satisfying.

Part way up the path, she lingered on the mountain face above the well worn, winding trail. Her darks eyes watched as the horses moved to and fro in the falls below. They seemed so small and insignificant and a small smile touched her lips at the thought of being up here, looking down on them. She swung her head slightly to look upon the distant lagoon and the rage bubbled and boiled with new intensity. She would have her vengeance on Rade and her new “sister”, it was only a matter of time. With a plotting grin still dancing over her ashen lips, movement caught her eye on the trail below. A pale figure was carving her way up the path slowly but surely. Reginleif wondered what reason the mare had to be on the mountain; intent, curiosity or fear? She would not stoop to go and greet the woman though and merely waited on her own section of the path.

With the sunlight dancing off her lightly freckled skin, she hung her head over the trail, watching as the mare tripped over a log on the path directly below her. A snort of amusement passed through the grey mare's nostrils but did not carry to her voice which was entirely neutral. ”It is wise to watch your step on this mountain” she called to the mare below, ”After all, it’s a long way down to the bottom.”.