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

Wasp had no idea what it meant to be part of a herd among the islands - she'd never been in one. But she knew well that politics played a role. Stallions were power hungry and they often fought amongst each other to get an edge or a step ahead. It was a process that historically placed mares in a position of being second-class citizens - coveted for their ability to further one's line, and to be merely a number among numbers. The dark bay mare snorts at the thought. That's why the Peak existed, after all. To fight against this long-standing oppression, and to give mares an alternative option.

Wasp was old enough to realize that not all stallions treated their mares as slaves. Even if she did find the general dynamics of a herd structure to be archaic and patriarchal. But she'd spare Liland her feminist views... at least for now. She listened with interest as the pale-colored stallion explained the strife he was experiencing with his neighbor. Instinctively Wasp rolled her eyes, annoyed by this foe she hadn't even met. "What an ego, on that one." She replied absentmindedly with an annoyed flick of her jet black tail. "I'm sorry to hear that. It sounds like there's a lot at stake."

Wasp thought about what was on the line for the stallion - his entire home, everything he'd created here over the last several months - that sounded stressful. She hardly knew Liland, but thus far he'd shown her nothing but kindness. "Liland, your hospitality will not be forgotten." She offered, her amber eyes focusing on him now. "I'm not really sure what I can offer you, but if the Peak can ever be of aid, please feel free to call on us."

She offers, knowing well that by "us" she meant merely her. The mare remembers Bozena now, the warrior who'd trained her to fight. Perhaps this was her calling after all - to help those who needed it.

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