She was up early this morning battling her own decision. Why had she waited so long to put herself in a position of power? She should have stepped in year again when Roisin had inquired, but she never saw herself as the teacher type. She was a doer who just knew how to fight for her beliefs since birth. She believed you were born with the passion and now she would have to learn how to breed it into others. Like a true leader.

Young Harmonie had served a purpose she didn't realize until now. Her daughter was there to listen to the history of the Peak and see the fire shine in her eyes. Her child looked at her with admiration. It was a feeling she often wondered if those before her felt in these higher positions. She wondered if Macabre has felt it when the whole of the Peak voted her Prime Minister despite her thinking she couldn't pull it off.

She had a whole group that believed in her more than she had herself. Macabre became a martyr for their cause and Clarity would never forget her influence. Just as she wondered if Harmonie would never forget her mother. A menacing voice beings her head towards the sky and ears standing in attention. She has not mixed herself with the Lagoon lately, but it seems their positions changed just as much as their own did.

She was not anything to the Peak yet but an old story teller, but she wasn't about to let these boys feel like they rules their roost. The battle scarred mare aproaches with her two toned head held high. "And me," She replies off the end of the young stallion Khar had taken. She still needed to talk to the mare about the way she looked at this one. It was dangerous. Her eyes turn towards the current Lagoon Boss with pinned ears. "Why are you here?" She snaps. She has taken down many stallions in battle in her time. Defended the Peak plenty and here they had entered her turf. They may be younger, but she knew these mountains like no other.