The Ridge was a gorgeous place. Dragon knew that he would never be able to look at the mountains he had lived on for so long without seeing every ounce of beauty in them, and the thought always brought a smile to his lips. Today, though, he looked at the mountains and held in a sigh. The morning sun played across the peaks as the mellow roar of the ocean sounded behind him. He also heard the shift of a body and the quiet, stressed snort of another that shushed it in a matter of moments. He let out his sigh and flared his nostrils to breathe in the scent of his beloved home before turning around to face his son and granddaughter.

Dragon sighed again and shifted his gaze to look at his son, who wore an irritated expression. The chestnut had been named correctly; he was still as troublesome as ever. "Would you repeat your request?" the old stallion asked, hoping it had just been a mistake, that maybe his son had said something different.

The spotted stallion sighed and lifted his head higher. He had never thought much of his father until a few years ago, but now he could see why the black stallion was always so difficult. Ennuis finally spoke. "You heard it the first time." He fought with words he wanted to say for a short time before giving up on them as his father sighed once again.

The roan yearling was as happy with the situation as her grandfather was. Words sat on her twitching tongue as she tried to figure out a way to overturn her father's plan whilst gaining what she wanted. She held onto a hope that her grandfather (she used the word lightly, this stallion was far too mellow to have possibly been a part of her fiery family) would know how to reject her father. The faded black stallion shifted his weight before speaking again. "At least tell me why." She heard the words and knew they were said to stall the chestnut, but her father showed no sign of recognizing that.

The chestnut cast his gaze over his daughter for a short moment before resting his eyes on his father again. He was sick of waiting for a name, and he considered attacking his father. He quickly rid himself of the thought as it could only worsen his situation. "You should be an idol to my children and to myself. I see no other way fit to keep you thriving in the family. Blood should not be the only thing that connects us." The black stallion shifted for another moment and his bones seemingly creaked. He racked his mind for some sort of argument, but the only one he could come up with would certainly upset his son further. Still, "and how does she feel about this?" he asked. His eyes turned towards the roan yearling, escaping the glare the chestnut shot at him.

The yearling's head rose and her ears pushed towards the black stallion, triumph flickering in her eyes. Dragon knew she should not assume that they had won, but it was not the time or place to tell her. He instead kept his gaze away from his son and waited for a harsh reply. After a few moments of waiting, Dragon eyed his son again. The chestnut spoke. "I'm sure she would be honored to receive a name from you." The black stallion snorted but before he could reply a higher-pitched voice rang out.

"I already have a name! Why would I be honored to have it replaced by someone I don't even know?" Ennuis' head whipped around to glare at his daughter and to bare his teeth. Dragon's ears pushed forward slightly, curious at his son's reaction. "You do not have a name," Ennuis stated. The black stallion's ear pushed forward more, forgetting entirely of the sun and peaks he had been gazing at only a short time ago. He was curious as to why this yearling did not have a name, and if she had not had a name for her entire life. The roan stood taller and huffed out her nose before speaking in a curt tone. "Yes, I do! My name is Uzima."

The chestnut lunged at his daughter, ears pinned and mouth wide open as he sank his teeth into her withers. The roan yearling screamed and buried her ears in her dark mane. She jerked to the side and finally her father let her go. Dragon's ears were no longer visible, as were none of the other's. The stallion was horrified that his son would do such a thing and that his granddaughter seemed to be used to it. Her skin twitched for a few times before her gaze broke from her father to shoot a glance at the older, daring him to stay quiet. The faded stallion pawed uneasily at the ground, drawing the attention of his son. Ennuis' eyes were full of fury and anger. It had been a long time since Dragon had seen those eyes.

The old stallion forced his gaze to stay on his son and to not drop to the ground. He knew he would have to intervene in some way, whether his son liked it or not. "I see no reason to name her if she has already been given one." The look the chestnut gave him was enough to make the older stallion back off, but he held his ground. The chestnut was obviously fiddling with words for a few moments."A nickname, then?" the chestnut asked Dragon kept in his sigh and instead glanced over at the roan. She was glaring at her father, but for a moment their gazes locked. Dragon let out his sign and looked at his son again. This was the best he could do, and he would take the chance before it slipped away. "Rochelle."

A silence stretched for a short time before Ennuis nodded and the roan snorted. Dragon shifted his weight before saying, "Where is the rest of your herd?" Ennuis snorted and looked at his father with defiance in his eyes. "Not here. I am leaving Rochelle with you to go and get them." The roan muttered something under her breath that the stallions could not catch. Dragon glanced at her and back at his son, who was already turning towards the ocean. The yearling started to move after him. "You can't just leave me here! I don't have to listen to you!" She headed towards her father as he whipped his head around and bared his teeth. Something passed between them that Dragon did not see, but the roan stopped and watched her father dip into the ocean. She shook with what could only be rage.

When the chestnut was just another dot in the water, the newly named yearling snorted and turned around. "I'm going exploring," she said over her shoulder as she trotted off. Dragon sighed and slowly turned his body as well. His shoulder ached already, and he knew his limp would be much more prominent, but he could not leave his granddaughter to explore alone. She would get in trouble. Any child of Ennuis would get into trouble one way or another. Taking care with his left foreleg, the stallion walked to the roan who had already stopped to poke her nose into a nearly grove of trees.

He wasn't sure whether to feel delighted that his son had arrived at the islands, or to worry over the problems he was sure to soon face.