She picked her way up the rocky slope with perhaps exaggerated care, but the unfamiliarity of the surroundings had her on edge. Though she had scaled mountains before, the warmth of spring had not entirely infiltrated the upper reaches of the Peak in which she now treads, and the presence of ice still lingered. Perhaps she focused her attention on the journey as well to preoccupy her spinning thoughts. It had not taken her long after she found her father and learned that the mountaintops visible on a clear day were the home of those Vulcans of which she had heard such legends. While Bondurant perhaps had many failings as a father, he could spin a tale with the best of the lore masters when he was of a mind and her favorites had always been of the Peak and its inhabitants. The names of so many icons burned into her memory backlit by the stars twinkling in the fading light of day. The chance to visit their homeland, to walk these well-trod paths was more than she could resist.

Cresting another rise the world seemed to level out before her, though many trails still led further up and on to the reaches of the Peak this flat expanse seemed to be the heart of the mountains in many a sense. She inhaled the crisp air deeply, the stinging in her nostrils pleasant in a way she had not expected though the scents she caught had her ears flicking backwards into her ruddy-hued hair. The scent of stallion was strong and while she knew that that gender was not necessarily forbidden within their home, but to find it so prevalent was… surprising to say the least. Her crystal eyes narrowed slightly as her reddish tail lashed against her side. With a toss of her head and a snort she turned, pushing herself up one of the narrower paths that continued to climb towards the clouds overhead with vehemence.

A mixture of confusion and disappointment color her as she races higher, large hooves churning loose pebbles to spray in her wake. Her headlong pace continues until she stumbles, a rock rolling under-hoof and causing her to crash ungainly to her knees. A cry pierces the air both in pain and frustration as tears blur her sight slightly. Rising back to her knees she inhales sharply, an ache already beginning to grow in her forelegs as she brushes her dark nose across the scrapes which were blossoming so quickly. A rear hoof kicks a rock with misplaced anger and sends it rattling down the cliff to her right, a cliff too close for the childish antics she had been giving into. Shaking her boad head, she strews her reddish brown hair around her features until a shaky sigh finally leaves her. Emotion was the bane of her family, as her father had often warned, but she could not fathom his approach of shoving such emotion down inside and choosing apathy instead. Emotion had its uses, it drove and propelled her through life and was a life without that truly worth living? Sometimes, however, as the sharp pain in her knees began to radiate up her legs, it really sucked.