Taika took the question to heart and fell silent as she thought about it. While she considered she watched the gale below them. If it was truly screaming, what was it trying to say? Its words were lost in the noise. But if it were to whisper, only those trained to hear it would catch the words. More often than not, most were too busy speaking themselves to hear a whispered word, as soft as a passing idea. Her head tilted to the side, flame licked mane falling into her dark eyes. They were not the storm below, they were the Peak beneath. The mountain itself gave her the answer, standing through the wind and the rain and breaking through the noise both quiet and loud.

Boldly. She answered with a grin. I would have it speak with the strength with which it stands. The world can see us, might as well hear us, too. We would walk once again with the confidence and strength of our sisters behind and around us and no longer hide behind the walls of the mountains. We would be the walls of the mountains. Safety did not mean hiding, it meant protecting. So many wounds could be avoided by knowledge and the unquestioned idea of what was true.

Taika wanted to make the strength and the ties of the Peak true and real. To have the voices of the mountain sing and speak and cry as one. The sisterhood vibrant and lively with the different voices of mares singing their own songs and dancing to their own tunes to unite in an orchestra when needed before becoming their solos once more. She wanted to extend their reach and have that music heard throughout the herds, welcoming other singers while drowning out discord.

She sighed wistfully. I want to hear the Peak laugh and sing. Her words were breathed as if they were an afterthought.