Ysabel has been in the Peak for over a month now. She has barely talked to anyone expect a mare named Clariry who says she has been here majority of her lifespan. Clarity says she was a simple warrior, but Ysabel could see the fire in her eyes. She was strong Ysa just wasn't sure if it was more mind or body. Other than that she has spotted a striking pale stallion, a oddly marked brown mare, a cream mare, few others in the distance. Ysabel was more curious of who the leader was at the time to sti around chatting, but the mare was hard to find.

A call breaks the peaceful silence as Ysabel raises her head to look upon the caller. Up on the rocks was the form of a grey mare looking down on the rest of then. Ysabel knew a leader when she saw one so she immediately begins towards the slope. The varnish palomino climbs the mountain until she reaches the backside of the Prime Minister. She nickers to get her attention before her speaks. "Greetings, Her head nods in the mare's direction. "I'm guessing you are the leader of the Peak?" She believes she was right to assume so.

After the mare says her position in the Peak, Ysabel continues. "I heard some time ago that was Peak numbers were dwindling and in need of more muscle." Solomon had said this awhile back, but the leader was someone different. An Oswin, maybe? It seems the Peak has changed since then, but still small numbers. Perhaps that Oswin finally decided to abandon her ideas or whatever it was she had been trying for. "I have left my position as Queen of Tinuvel to aid in your cause. Protect this way of life and the innocent lives who don't deserve their fate."

Ysabel offers the mare a low bow of her white head. She remembers being so curious about the Peak ever since she was a filly. It had been taboo back then, but since being with Solomon she learned their ideals were much like her own. The Peak may have been the place she had belonged all this time.