The early morning sun casts long shadows across the irregular landscape, but everything is covered in sweet morning dew. Places that catch the light shimmer like the earth is strewn with diamonds. Kestral makes his way down the south side of this mountain. His eyes appreciate the brilliance of such a beautiful spring morning. Kestral descends in search of a meal. As he strolls down the mountainside, so does the rainwater and rich silt. It collects in fertile meadows and valleys at the base of each mountain, feeding lush grasses there.

The stallion appears, white and shimmering, like the ends of dew-soaked blades of grass. He is a diamond among diamonds, another stunning part of nature the gods have placed upon this earth. He lowers his head to graze. White falls of mane shift and catch the light. The grinding of the stallion's jaw rises above the quiet of the moment and the vast shadow of Keen passing overhead, briefly blots out the light.

While other captive stallions of the Peak struggle to regain their freedom, Kestral has not. He's been a fixture here on this mountainside for several years now, accepting his imprisonment with an unusual grace. Everything happens for a reason and it's not in his nature to struggle against the current of fate.