Things seemed very boring lately. She clicked the secret language only Sky herders knew and they followed. The group took turns practicing clicks and orders. She hadn't talked to Lightray lately. And usually when she did Hazelblaze would barge in and urge him away from Rainfeather. Lightray didn't like this. She knew it. And she knew she had to stand up for herself. Hazelblaze was one of the pegasi who torchered her when she was a weanling, after all. When Sky herder training was over she laid next to a tree. Eating the fresh, juicy, spring grasses. It was mating season. And some of the early mare's bellies were starting to swell. Yes, yes it was a busy day today. With so much going on. It was normal. But she still didn't see the good in the Fire Herd's over-stallion, Elmwing. She slept beneath the stars watching the guards scouting the area. "Hey." A soft, voice whinnied. Rainfeather startled "O-oh! Hey." Lightray snuggled up next to her. "Thinking to much again?" Rainfeather nickered. He knew her too well. "Yeah I guess... early mares will give birth in a month or two, I still didn't nail down the Sky herder command. And I'm being pushed around everywhere always pairing up with Mossfog." Lightray laughed. "I'm being pushed around to." She nuzzled her. "But at least were alive and breathing." He joked. "Were going to die!?" Lightray rolled his eyes. "Oh." Rainfeather always fell for his pitiful jokes. Lightray yawned and dropped the conversation. "Night." "Night" She replied. Rainfeather crawled closer to him and slept by his side giving a short prayer to the ancestors.

Free us. Mother. Father.

Free us from this torcher.

This slaughtery.

Free us from Elmwing.

Send us back our true leader.

Or maybe. Just maybe. She would free herself.