They reached the peak of the hill, overlooking Summit Herd in Roaring Meadow. The friends had reached Rapids Lake, splashing in the shallows. Stormflame looks at Amberheart, feeling a twinge of guilt and something else.... She stared back with intelligent bold, large dark hazel eyes. Crystalsong noticed and snorted, "If you two lovebirds could stop staring at eachother, then lets play tag!"
Stormflame lowered his head, embarrased, "Uh- ok." he said stumbling.
Amberheart just lifted her head proudly and bared her teeth at Crystalsong, playfully, "I bet no one really like you then." she taunted.
The white silver mare stamped her hoof and turned her back on the two. Stormflame guiltily trotted after her in the waters and nickered, "Tag?" he said nervously and dove down, tagging Crystalsong with a dark stormy steel silver gray marbled wingtip. He dove down even more, pushing with a stormy dark purple wing. Amberheart was next to him and she waved a fire crimson wing. The clear blue of Crystalsong's wing reached toward Amberheart and tapped her. Stormflame effortlessly dove down and came back for air, escaping Amberheart. Out of the three, he was the best swimmer, Crystalsong the best runner and Amberheart in flying. Stormflame circled back to the shallows and stood, curiously looking for Amberheart who was now chasing her half-sister. The fiery dappled mare turned tail after she tagged Crystalsong and ended up next to him. Stormflame ducked his head underneath the crystal clear blue water and pulled back, looking at Crystalsong swimming to him. Rolling hills of green loomed above them. The sun was starting to reach sun-high and he let Crystalsong tag him, Stormflame waved a wing, "We should probably head back right now."
The sisters shrugged and nickered in agreement. A trumpeting, braying call of Stormflame's sire, Thornwing. The trio startled, they cantered down the slight hill and galloped back to Roaring Meadow. The foamy racing cataract of water rushed alongst side of them. Already, a herd of of steeds gathered and his magnificent, lean, tall sire stood upon a large rock, towering above all. Letting the sun fall across his almost black, darkest bay dappled coat. rose red wings and thorn green tips spread out.
They arrived out of breath, and stood to attention.