"Who's there!" shouted Honeyfall in terroir, but she relaxed when the mare Honeyfall realized must be Willowfrost, emerged from behind a clump of prickle bushes. "Oh, it's you." Honeyfall glared at the mare.
Willowfrost raised her wings, ""Hay, I just came to talk." her voice was calm and steady.
Honeyfall, still glaring at Willowfrost, said, "Fine."
"Look I know what it's like to loose a parent, my sire, Blizzardmoon, was killed by an ice tiger when I was a weanling." said Willowfrost.
"How do you know my parents are dead?" questioned Honeyfall, she hadn't said any thing about it since she had arrived.
Willowfrost stared at Honeyfall, clearly a little surprised. "Didn't Pineberry tell you?"
"Tell me what?" demanded Honeyfall.
Willowfrost sighed, "A few days after the battle your parents were killed in, Star, the black foal, received his starfire. After that he asked the pegasi of Anok to follow him, many of them said yes. Icewing, Snow Herd's former over-stallion was one of them. Sun Herd has pretty much fallen apart, and many of the former Sun Herd steeds live in Snow Herd, including our new over stallion Twistwing."
Honeyfall thought about this in silence for a few minuets, letting the information sink in "So that's how you know."
Willowfrost nodded, "That's correct."
Honeyfall was surprised when she felt a tear roll down her cheek, now her whole world was truly gone...