Stallions entering the Peak had always bothered Adelheid, even when she had traveled away from the islands and had attempted to leave the mountains behind her. In each place she came to she saw more and more about the world around her and how others needed a refuge and a place of safety. The mare would not claim that she hated stallions, she simply did not like the rude ones who assumed they owned the world because they had an extra limb. The ones who assumed they would own her because of it.

She stomped her hoof harder in her steps as she moved through the trails. It was growing more apparent that her momentary lapse of judgement and a second of feeling like maybe she could take a chance had led to possible disaster. Gritting her teeth, she ignored the twisting feelings that had decided to grip her and lure her into the realms of emotion and decided to stay on task. The problem was, she did not know exactly the details of that task, only that the mare she had met when facing Solomon had been a Vulcan and a clear resident of the Peak. Anyone so comfortably at home in the mountainous trails would likely be nearly impossible to find - especially since Adelheid had not caught her name. So much for ‘herd mentality’ the splashed mare muttered to herself as she continued to prowl the trails, conveniently forgetting the fact she was usually the one keeping to herself and snarling at anyone who got too close. With a heavy sigh that steamed from her lips she continued her search of the lowland trails, hoping the warrior she sought would have kept to the more common lands.

Her search of the more common creeks and grazing areas exhausted, Adelheid’s blue eyes glared up at the more treacherous paths. Under most circumstances she would have already been up in the steeper slopes and finding a warm cave to call her’s. But since the winter had sunk in, her body was tired, and she had made it an annoying goal to...make….friends… she had stayed in the fields. Fighting the pangs of jealousy, she muttered low to herself. Something about ‘a bay’ and ‘freedom to be alone’, along with, ‘stupid ice.’ As she started to make her way into the tree line the ice and snow thankfully started to shallow under her white feathered hooves. The first forks in the trail she came to she stopped and eyed them warily. Exploring these paths as a child made her acutely aware they would be leading her all throughout the cliffs and caves. Another heavy sigh and resigning herself to a full-season search, she trudged on, watching for any signs of the other she had met. This will be fun. she voiced to herself, secretly grinning at the chance to take herself on an adventure she could enjoy in her own sacred space.