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

Wasp watched from the higher elevations with a scowl on her face as the Lagoon stallions lurked on lower boulders. She was more than ready for this captive period to be over, having with the stallions having spent two full seasons among their rocky mountain home, after the war. Božena had done well - the Vulcans' message to the murderer Cullen, rang loud and clear when she robbed the cream-colored stallion of his gang of men. It was a short-lived, but honest win. And the Peak needed a win.

Nevertheless, the dark bay warrior of the Peak was ready to see the gaggle high-tail it out of here. They were ornery and dense. A few proved smarter than the rest, but keeping them all in line for two seasons had been a lot of work. Now with foals on the ground and the spring and summer seasons nearly behind them, Wasp was anxious to unload the responsibility of keeping an eye on them.

She made her way down the mountain and grazed lazily on what remained of the offerings near the creek in the valley below. Her amber eyes took note of last of the straggler stallions as they passed by her - wide and making sure not to make eye contact - as they grazedt. Her expression was neutral, not cold and never friendly. What happened next among the relations of the Peak and Lagoon was really up to Rade. The senior stud had planted the seeds of revolution, of proper change. The Peak would support him, if he were to come through on the plans he pitched to the Vulcan herd here.

Wasp pulled at few more stiff and stale reeds when her gaze caught sight of a somewhat familiar, lean mare striding confidently into their territory. She didn't smell much of the Peak, but Wasp remembered her briefly. She let the mare trot on, toward the base of the mountain in the distance, while she chewed what was left of her snack. When Nekharat let out of shrill call - clearly for someone in a position of authority - Wasp sighed deeply. She swallowed, and emitted a hoarse whicker to the mare in reply.

Reluctantly, the heavy-set Prime Minister lurched forward into ambling walk to greet her. The last time Wasp had seen Nekharat, and actually, the only other time, she had snuck into a personal conversation Wasp shared with Oswin. She was there to listen to how the Vulcan's last leader, her dam, died during the war, and all the turmoil they came from the relentless quest Cullen and his territory-owning cronies set out on. Wasp halted stiffly once she was in close proximity to the leggy mare. "You rang?"

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