:: Mare : 15 : Mixed : Champagne : 14.2hh : The Ridge ::

Sleep was getting easier, but she wasn't cured just yet. The Ridge was still unsettling in a way different than the Desert had been. She wasn't physically uncomfortable (just exhausted), but emotionally drained. Haunted by the memories of her dead mother, she goes to the spot of her death every day. On the rocky hill where he mother kept her back to the sudden drop and her eyes on the only path someone could come to harm her new child.

Roheryn was his name, her little brother. She never got to see what become of his situation, but she could only assume her aunt Sanibel took care of him. Around three years have passed since that day and so much has happened to her since then. She was away from Warsaw and free to be herself. She might be lead by a stallion, but she was happy with the stallion who cared for her now.

Her only worry with Liland is how quickly he was changing their home. Each change seems to come with more battles which frieghtens the mare. Liland's call breaks her train of thought with amber ears standing up. She quickly makes her way to his direction and smiles when he was in veiw. She would call to him now if she could. Sabela pulls up to the Fjord and puts her nose against him in a greeting.