A small bay filly with golden wings burst out of the clouds and right into her father, Brackentail. "Pebblemoon, watch where you're going! You'll hit your brother!" Brackentail said to the filly. Pebblemoon looked at her brother, Sreakwing. "Sorry, Streakwing. Sorry, sire." Pebblemoon said. She flew away, flapping her small wings before they could say anything else. Pebblemoon landed on the ground next to the colt she liked, Blondeleaf. Blondeleaf stood in the center of the large meadow, flexing his ash-colored wings. "Blondeleaf! Streakwing is coming over here. We better hide before he starts yelling at us two-year-olds." Pebblemoon muttered, flying to their special hiding spot, a large enough hole at the base of an oak tree. Blondeleaf landed next to Pebblemoon and extended his neck around hers. "I know your brother is mean, but I won't let him touch you. Or your coming foals." He whispered in her ear, wrapping his wings around Pebblemoon's dark brown body.