From beneath long whitelashes, she had anxiously looked out into the turquoise waves, but with each sunset she was disappointed. He had yet to emerge from the frothy surf, the water making his midnight coat shimmer. On this evening, with a harsh snort, she pivots from the sea cliff that overlooks the crashing surf. The water's pound heavily against the rock, causing the earth to shake beneath her hooves. She chooses a windy trail that leads through the jungle. Carefully she chooses her footing as she heads to her favorite cliff to watch the last rays of the sunset streak across the dark purple sky.

When had she become such a recluse? Hiding from the world, hoping that she could just fade into the background. She had met Jabberwocky, he had been kind, even funny; but even he seems to be scarse these days. She has stayed high on the Ridge, choosing her vantage points waiting on Dixon. She huffs a sigh, then moves into a slow trot, as she closes the distance between her favorite cliff and her. The crashing of the ocean's waves signal that she has reached her destination. As she steps from the jungle foliage, her breath is taken from her. Just as she hoped, the sunset transforms the night sky into oranges, reds, and yellows. She wonders at the beauty.

A soft breeze ruffles her dark amber tresses, she closes her crystal eyes. Her pink nostrils breath in the salty ocean air, for a moment her troubles are gone.