a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be

It isn't often that Wasp finds herself free of her mother's watchful eye. Everywhere they went, Macabre was always lurking, never far away. She had a knack for making sure that Wasp was always within eye and ear shot. Even here in the Peak, which Wasp was told was their permanent, safe home.

She had only been 'home' for a few days, but the stout bay filly was already quite taken with the picturesque landscape of the Peak. She loved to scale the low lying boulders (the only ones Macabre would allow her to) and found the temperatures and overall avenues to explore much more fitting for Wasp's chosen curious lifestyle than the Bay and the Inlet on Tinuvel. Plus it wasn't quite so cold here, either.

What Wasp seemed to enjoy the most was the sense of life here. The Inlet was desolate. There wasn't a soul around aside from her mother and Aunt Rowena while they were there. The Bay, which seemed to be buzzing a bit more with life, was equally as boring, Wasp recalled, because she thought the big black stallion they met -- her father -- was too strange. Needless to say, she was thrilled to be in the Peak, where she felt like she belonged.

She awoke one morning and began her usual prancing laps around her mother as Macabre grazed in the tall grasses. After drinking her fill for breakfast, her amber eyes were peeled for Klara and some of the other foals she'd seen but hadn't really met just yet. She was eager for friends and adventure. So when two chestnut colored babes appeared in the distance, away from the other adult mares, Wasp gleefully cantered after them. Macabre watched from her perch among the grasses, but did not move to stop her daughter.

Wasp whinnied proudly to the pair of foals, amber eyes wide as she took them upon approach. "Hey!" She shouts, somewhat out of breathe, the tuft of her fuzzy tail doing windmills over her haunches. "Whatcha doin'?"

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