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

The mare took to the seas at midnight, only the moonlight guiding her on her way back to Atlantis.

She was heartbroken and distraught. Her body ached from yet another run in with Cullen. He came time and time again, plucking away the dwlindling Peak herd one by one. When the young Peak warrior let her thoughts fester, she drove herself mad. But she should be mad. She failed Bozena. And then Metre. And now another newcomer. She failed an failed again, at protecting her sisters. Perhaps she was the worst warrior the Peak ever had, on record. Perhaps she was a failure.

Wasp's heart ached for her mother, today more than any other day, as she reveled in yet another defeat. She couldn't stand to stay within the Peak's borders, not after she watched the cream-colored Lagoon boss disappear down the familiar trail with yet another one of their members. But Wasp had no place to go. And no one she could trust. Tears welled her large, amber eyes and she took off toward the shoreline.

The only place she could think of to go was to Paradise.

The stout, draft-bred mare didn't know what it was about Rougaru. Maybe it was his confidence. Or maybe it was his large herd. But something about the silver bay stallion had impressed her, when they first met those months ago in his territory. He wasn't meek, like Requiem. He was strong and bold, but showed Wasp kindness nonetheless. Wasp gathered he had a good head on his shoulders. That he had seen some stuff in his lifetime, and had the wisdom learned to fall back on now. She just needed someone to talk to. She need some direction. What the hell was she doing, trying to save the Peak all by herself?

She pulled her tired and bruised body from the surf onto the semi-familiar sand of Atlantis. She breathed a heavy sigh, as she squinted to make sense of the dark jungle that lay ahead. Instead of letting Rougaru find her this time, she issued a tired, but shrill whinny for the stallion now, trying to stiffen up as best she could. She knew better than to cry in front of him. Even if her body was ailing, and her soul broken.

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