After a few days had passed, it had been decided that the black foals should be kept together while it was decided what to do about them. In another council meeting, Star and Morningleaf issued four messengers to bring Darkblaze and Nightpearl back to Sun Herd’s territory and tell the other herds. The four steeds flew off to carry out their orders. The council watched them fly away into the darkening sky.
Meanwhile, Thunderblaze, Lakefrost, Redstorm, and Flamesong were spending more time with their three newborns. The parents watched the foals nursing, each parent lost in thoughts of pride. Then Flamefrost, having drunk his fill, fluttered his blue-tipped wings and bleated.
The parents were startled out of thought and looked intently at Flamefrost. “What’s up with Flamefrost?” asked Redstorm, to nobody in particular.
Nobody answered, because they were confused too. The colt bleated again and twitched his stubby tail. Then Sunshadow bleated too. He raised and lowered his head several times, as if nodding. He seemed focused on something in between and above Redstorm and Thunderblaze. Thunderblaze followed his line of sight and saw what was interesting the colt. There was a meteor shower happening, and Sunshadow was interested in it. Thinking that he might be scared, Thunderblaze moved toward Redstorm, blocking his son’s view. Sunshadow snorted and trotted away from his dam, toward the comets, still curious. Flamefrost joined him, fascinated by the fast-moving bits of light. Blackstorm didn’t care, he just kept nursing.
Flamesong and Lakefrost quickly reclaimed their foals, herding them back to their sires and facing away from the meteors. The seven of them settled down for the night, but Sunshadow and Flamefrost still snorted with desire to watch the meteor shower.
Across the meadow, the elders were watching the meteor shower too, but not eagerly.
“This is a sign for something, I know it,” said Riverlight, her tan and white splotched body twitching nervously. She swished her black tail. Another elder, a crippled iron-gray stallion named Smokesky, agreed.
“I saw some of those lights the night before Star was born, and I’ve heard the same happened with Nightwing’s birth.” The uneasy elders eventually fell asleep.