The final blow landed and Adelheid had to admit defeat through bared teeth. She could list excuses, she could hiss and stomp, and storm to no avail. This stranger had come, asked a request, and she had met it. She earned what she had taken, and wore the victory well. Adelheid, at least could find it in her to lose with grace. Thick sides heaving, she bowed her head to the newcomer, giving credit where it was due.

For a while they stood, catching their breath. Adelheid took note of where her aches and pains would be in the morning, and narrowing her eyes at pains that had nothing to do with the fight she had just engaged. An ear flicked and she left out a deep breath of acceptance. This is what life was going to be now, and she was unsure how she was going to manage everything that had changed in the past season. Eyes closed and opened again, to look more closely at the woman who had come to the Peak and asked so far for nothing save to spar with a Vulcan. Adelheid had gladly met the challenge, but she knew somewhere the mare wanted something more. This was what kept the woman close by.

At last, Lysandra spoke her true wish and the Codebreaker smiled. Adelheid, Codebreaker of the Peak At Lysandra’s request, Adelheid’s dark blue gaze looked up at the still snow dusted peaks. Spring was turning to summer and the way was not treacherous, still there were dangers around the corners of the cliffs. Though she had soundly lost the battle in the lowlands of the mountains, the trails themselves could rage a war against an inexperienced horse. You don’t need me to say yes or no, you can do what you wish. Her tail flicked. Most had the freedom here to do as they pleased. I can show you the better trails though. Any specific… tie… you are looking for?