”We can't form alliances outside of our own ranks” that was it. That was the answer she got to her stupid scheme. No more words were exchanged once she got that response. Witche wanted to stomp the earth beneath her in rage. She wanted to scream at them. She wanted to demand what else was this all mare herd good for if they were unable, or unwilling, to lend aid. With a snort she turns her back on Bubbles and Khar'pern and marches back towards the sea. Head and tail held high. Even if she had been rejected she wanted to portray that her inflated ego had not been hurt. She may have to consider making allies in other places. But at least now she didn’t have to conceive, carry and give birth to a foal if she didn’t want to. And let’s be honest, she has no intentions of being a mother anytime soon but she will if it will benefit her in some way.

The palomino mare makes it to the shore and starts to prepare herself for the short swim back to her little island. As the waves lap over her hooves her ears flick to the sound of someone approaching her from behind. It was probably that buckskin bitch ensuring that she was leaving, and probably wishing the door would hit her on the way out. “What do you want?” She grunts trying to keep the disdain she currently feels towards the Peak from tainting her words.