The crest of the Peak called to her. The highest place of the mountain, the heart of the island, the epicenter of the world. It’s voice echoed through her and brought her climbing up the trails and cliffs. As she climbed the wind picked up around her. The brewing storm kissed her flesh and tangled in the tresses of her sun-flamed mane. The rain streaked from the storm and flowed down her body as she climbed. All that could be heard above the pounding of her hooves and heart was the thunder of the chaos above her.

As she climbed the mountain she felt the storm give her power while the stones below her gave her strength. This was the world she belonged to and this was where her soul truly shined. The rain and storm could not hold her back and it would not keep her down. The higher she climbed the more determined she became. Soon she was racing through the clouds, the chance to live her dreams just within reach. At last! She burst through the density into the light air and breathed deep in the wonder. She was one step closer to being one with the stars, one step closer to touching the moon.

Dark eyes looked around and landed on the large form of the Prime Minister. Taika’s lips pulled into a smile. She remembered the older woman playing with her in the depths of the snow. They had worked in tandem to destroy invisible foes until they had been interrupted by a nosey stallion. She remembered the draft fondly. Slowly, respectfully she approached the Vulcan, her head bowed. Prime Minister? Her voice still held the laughter it had when she was a foal, today it was loud enough to be heard over the wind, but soft enough to be ignored if desired.