Hot breath left the battlemaiden as she turned briefly to look down over the world. For a moment, although very brief, she felt like one of the old gods. Her green eyes scan over every distant horizon and smudge of green of the main island, followed by the various islands which were not so very far away. A loud sigh escaped her and she turned to venture further into the rocky peaks. Her form was like a well-oiled machine, as she grabbed what looked stable and hoisted herself further and further up until she met more level ground.

She did not expect such thin air, and her sides rippled with quick gasps as she labored to breathe. She was resilient, though. She can pick up the scents of various mares, and the numbers seemed low. This concerned her, especially since she'd always heard tales of the Peak and its strength. She wondered if the numbers had always been so low, or if the mighty women of the peak were in trouble. She tossed her head back and opened her maw as a cry escaped her, calling into the oblivion of rocky forest and open sky.

Everything was painted in hues of tangerine, purple and blue as the distant yellow sun fell from the sky. It would not be long before the sky was a navy backdrop littered with endless stars and a blue moon. The mare wondered if the mountains slept through the night, or if they were just as life-filled as the world below them during the late hours. Much weighed on the buckskin mares shoulders, and she knew that starting a new life among a traditional herd wasn't the place for her.

To be honest, she wasn't entirely sure the peak was the place for her, either. But if the stories were true, she knew she would belong.

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