"Cmon Pepeleaf! Lets go somewhere private," Sandstone flicked her ears. (Get ready semi gross part up ahead) If Echomoon hadn't known any better, she would've thought this wasn't the Landwalker equilevent to flirting. Pepeleaf ripped out some grass and spoke, his voice muffled. "Not now Sandstone, Hazelwind and Echofrost will be gathering the Herd in a minute to tell stories." He replied. "Don't they have to run the Herd? Or did they get dismissed?" Sandstone said, her expression turning sly. Echomoon whinied sharply. "Don't you dare talk about my parents like that!" She snorted. "Yeah Sandstone, knock it off," Pepeleaf warned. "Why not? All i'm saying is they might've been flapped out of their ranks. It could happen you know, especially with those two." She grinned slyly. That's when Echomoon lost it. Whirling around, whinnying sharply, she let loose both back hooves and landed a stunning hit to the jaw. Sandstone went crashing down, writhing all around. She got up, and tried to fight back. She nearly landed a glancing blow to the shoulder, had it not been for Pepeleaf, who met her head on and rammed her aside. It was two against one. She was outnumbered. Snorting at Echomoon, she turned around, wings folded, muzzle in the air and tail high, and walked off as if she was an Arabian. Suddenly, they heard a whinny that carried across the new land. "My parents! It's time for the stories!" Echomoon nickered to Pepeleaf. They both galloped to where the whinnies were coming from, a thicket of trees. They leapt over the bushes and logs until they saw the campsite for their Herd. Hazelwind and Echofrost were facing the Herd, which so far were made up of a buckskin stallion with a white front sock and jade green feathers tipped in purple, and a blue roan mare with one front sock and purple feathers tipped with jade green. "Over here Echomoon and Pepeleaf!" Moonfrost, the mare, beckoned them with her wing. "Thanks for saving us a spot, sis." Echomoon told her sister, who flicked an ear. "No problem." Moonfrost replied. "Hey, what about me?" Whisperwind, the stallion, asked. Echomoon nickered. "And thank you too, big bro," she said. Pepeleaf sat down next to Echomoon and listened. By then more of the Herd had arrived, and those who weren't interested in stories were either grazing or practicing drills with Hazelwind's captains. After a few more moments of waiting to see if anyone else would come, Echofrost cleared her throat. "Tonight, we will tell you the Legend of Golden Herd," she said, and imediately every ear was listening. The Legend of Golden Herd centered around a young stallion named Dash who saved a mare called Lilyheart from being eaten by the Herd's benefactor, or, now that the legend has grown to be among one of the greatest legends in Anok and across the Dark Water, the benefactor had also grown to be known as the Giver of the Gold in the legend. In the end, Dash kills the Giver of the Gold, who turned out to be a serpent like creature, and though the current over stallion was furious since all the gold had instantly been reduced to nothing, Dash and Lilyheart convinced Golden Herd that having no gold was better than a life lost each month, so Gold Herd was lead by Dash, with Lilyheart as the lead mare. Once the legend ended, everyone was instructed to sleep. Echomoon fell asleep as soon as she and her parents found a comfortable spot.