Starfrost was frightened. But he wouldn't show it. Even though everyone was glaring at his father. He wouldn't show it. Never.
There was a sharp whinny from the side of the crowd. A brown stallion cantered up. "Frostfire," he said coldly. "What are you doing here? Haven't you done enough?" He stared. "Or do you want to betray River Herd." It was a statement, not a question.
"Brackentail!" Star stormed out of a crowd of young mares. "Stop it! Can't you see Larksong is injured?" He trotted quickly through the crowd until he stood before them. "Just get Sweetroot!"
Starfrost breathed a sigh of relief. His mother was safe.
"Huh? What's that?" Starfrost lifted his head. There was a clamor a little way off, and suddenly two weanlings came racing through.
"Ha! Got you!" The colt tagged the filly and raced off. The filly shrieked and ran after, but suddenly stopped.
Who is he? The thought was as clear in his head as it would be spoken aloud. Without realizing it he formed a thought of his own.
The filly blinked. How are you doing this? No one knows but me.
I don't know. Who are you?
"Hey!" The colt was back. "It's not fun without you."
The filly gave Starfrost a penetrating stare. "I'll be along," she said to the colt. I'm Skydawn. Meet me by the Grandmother Tree tonight.