It was high time that Black Heart Machine stretched her aging legs and make her rounds upon the smaller isles. She had not left the Peak since her return and she had found that the Vulcans had grown complacent in her absence. They needed to do as she was doing, to make sure every woman in these islands knew about the Vulcan cause. The mares of the isles needed to know that they didn’t have to settle for a life of servitude toward a stallion unless they truly wanted that. Machine had heard rumors swirling around that the women of the Peak were unfair and brutish, and she needed to quell those whispers as well.

Machine chose the Paradise first, breaching the border with a casual trot up from the shoreline. She lifted her tail and raised her head to the wind so that she could get a sense of who lived here. Three stallions and several mares. Good, this would be a suitable place to start. The dark mare made no effort to conceal her presence from the residents, stopping at the base of a large palm tree and looking out across the land for any sign of who might be the first to approach her.

BLACK HEART MACHINE