"There are some things you can only learn in a storm" .

When Cerauno was 3 years old
The Storm Stole my Voice

The yearling rose from a kneeling position, and took his first steps into the Ridge. The land felt different. The grass was softer, the air sweeter. Just kidding. He wasn't into that nonsense. Even if he had felt awe when he first stepped in the area, he quickly cleared the thoughts from his head. So what if everyone here coexisted peacefully and helped each other out? So what if he could finally relax for the first time in months? Ht had had his share of trusting, and look where that left him. He wouldn't let anyone close. He was just here to recover. He tried to focus on the things around him. The facts. The things that would stop him from getting hurt again. The scars on his chest still pained him, and the wounds from his mother's betrayal still sent sharp pains through his head. But besides a few scars on his rear, some fresh bites, and a foreleg injury that had since disappeared, the young stallion wasn't doing too badly for himself.
The bites were the reason he had come. Though they were shallow and healing well, he had found that needing to constantly watch his back was finally catching up to him. He was exhausted and needed someplace to rest. But he was doing fine, thank you very much.

That is, if you ignore the fact that he was lonely enough to have been talking with random woodland creatures around him. The frogs didn't judge his scars or his pain. They also didn't make for great conversational partners though. He found that there was only so long you could talk to a frog before you really felt like he wasn't listening to what you were saying...He threw a cautious glance at his surroundings, then when he saw there was no one, gave a few happy bucks. He would never behave like that in front of another horse. He had to at least pretend to be dignified and put together, even if he didn't feel like it. He failed to notice the icelandic pony watching him over the hill. His mind wandered back to the Ridge. He finally found a place he could stay for a little while and feel safe. Where he didn't have to sleep with one eye open. How long had it been since he had the luxury of sleeping through the night? Tonight, he would rest easily. Just far enough from the herd to not be bothered, but close enough that the predators would leave him alone.

He continued to wander forward, hoping not to run into too many others. He had already passed a few horses, but luckily for him, most of them had been busy grazing. If anything, he would ignore their stares. Hopefully he would find someone. Figures started to form in his line of vision as he continued forward. Dozens of horses dotted the ridge, all of them peaceful and content. After pacing for several minutes and working up the courage, he walked towards the nearest mare and asked where he could find Faolain. She looked up, glancing at his scars, before pointing him in the correct direction. Along the way, he continued to nod respectfully to the horses he passed, his confidence falling with each one.
When he finally reached the lead mare, his head had started to droop in shame. "Are you-" His voice wavered for a moment before he cleared his voice and tried again. "Are you Faolain?"