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

There was a sense of relief she felt as they breached the Peak's borders. Despite Angel being a total stranger, the Prime Minister of Peak relaxed, her tired and ailing muscles falling limp on her stout frame. She breathed a heavy sigh as she looked at the thin stallion from behind tired, glazed eyes. His demeanor had changed over a short time. He still seemed wary of her, of course. But he spoke to her causally and seemed to be in surprisingly good spirits, all things considered.

Her amber gaze narrowed on him as she considered this. Their conversation rolled on, and Angel mentioned the name of a Lagoon stallion she did not not know. "No." She replied curtly. None with such a moniker was living here, at least. But she committed the stranger's name to memory none the less.

Wasp was about to leave Angel to his own devices when he spoke again. She sighed first, considering her words. "We'll see." She blurted out. The whole point of this exchange was one, to get under Xiomara's skin a little bit. She had what was coming to her, after she had tried to steal her away, of all Vulcans, the season prior. Beyond stealing from Xiomara, Wasp had no concrete plan. She knew she could only hold the stallion here for a short time, maybe a season or two. But Wasp was curious. "How long have you been living with Xiomara?" She asked.

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