It's been so long since she's seen family, names she's forgotten and faces blurr.

She remembered her children of course and Midas the most. Her younger brother Lyden left soon after she had for they crossed paths once while they went on seperate journeys. Claire and Elliot though, they disappeared long before that right around the time Midas had. Or rather Elliot left awhile after, Sylvia feared it may have been because his entire family had left prior.

Guilt tugged at the back of her mind as pale nostrils inhale heavily

Clouds above her churned ahead rapidly coming towards her and the ridge. They had started at the north end of the ocean but with the harsh gusts that soon brought them up to speed, rain would come and it would have no mercy.

Pale blues watch quietly as Sylvia's pale hide stood out against the soft greens

Pebbles fell from her feet rolling forward and downwards bouncing from drop to drop until it covered the moss near the very end and headed towards their vast ending into the dark blue. Sylvia could still hear them falling away from his charcoal feet all the time ago as she lay in this spot willing herself to live. it was on a night very much like this, but far too long ago.

Releasing a heavy sigh Sylvia lifts her dished face up and out relishing on the cool breeze felt luke warm against her skin.Strands of her creamy locks lifted and twisted against the pressure of being so high up and with the zephr angerily whispering by. Her vision is compared due too her forelock being whipped around constantly along with her mane and long tresses of her tail that once fell quietly against her hindlegs.

Soon lightening would come ripping through the black sky followed by thunder

It is one of the only things that Sylvia lived for back then and true to form, lived for now. Rainy Ridge brought more wind and rain ripping through the islands more then any other place around.A soft wisp of a smile spread across pale lips as Sylvia turned to the right side from facing directly towards the ocean.

Finding shelter would soon become an urgent need

Once the rain came it would drench the ridge in the matter of minutes while the sky lit up constantly all through the evening leading into nightfall. Faint distant smells of others occasionally became known as moss replaced the rough prick of pebbles and slick rock. Sylvia knew exactly where she was headed, to a cave just up ahead. She could see the opening become larger as she closed the distance. After the storm blew over she knew she must find the owner of her ridge now. This place had been her home for longer then she could remember, and whoever claims it now would inhabit another member of their herd.