(Oh, Dragon, I meant the group from Red Herd had about 50 steeds, not Glacier Herd’s.)

( So very small )

Hollywing:

He dipped his head and nodded. "Of course. We did not expect the decision to be made the moment it was suggested by what we have heard from Glacier Herd's organization," Hollywing said, "i'm Hollywing of Red Herd, and this is my mate Robincdloud," he gestured with his dark wings to his mate, Robincloud. She smiled as a mother would smiel at her children playing, and nodded in agreement.

Breezebell:

She quickly placed down her stick and scampered off into the woods, and hid in the holllow of a tree.

Breezecloud stepped forward, drawing level with Mistcloud. “Good to meet you, Hollywing and Robincloud. I am Breezecloud, former lead mare of Dawn Herd and currently a council mare on Glacier Herd’s council. I would like to make one thing absolutely clear, though, before getting too friendly: you are not planning to attack us or ambush us in any way?”

Both Hollwing and Robincloud froze, then laughed humorously. "Oh we would never attack," Robincloud laughed. "We hate to attack. We normally wait for them to attack us" she said, calmed down. Hollywing chortled in, "Yes, we would not put our steeds in danger like that. We would wait for them to attack, as Robincloud said," he sighed. "Nice to meet you Breezebcloud," Robincloud added. Hollywing nodded in agreement, and they both dipped their heads with respect along with the rest of the steeds in their group, but Sparkcream. She was peeking around to look at the other steeds, when Robincloud saw her wondering eyes and sent the filly a small glare and a smile and nodded. Sparkcream obeyed at once and dipped her head.

Shadowfire, standing behind Mistcloud, masked a flash of disappointment at those words. He had started a plan for war that involved the Red Herd steeds crucially, but it seemed unlikely to work if Red Herd did not like the idea of attack. He perked his ears as Breezecloud started talking again. “Then let’s start a council meeting,” the violet-winged mare was saying. “Your sixteen steeds can stay here. But do NOT go anywhere,” she added, addressing the sixteen steeds.

Hollywing:

He nodded and signaled for them to stay here and regain their strength. The over-stallion and lead-mare followed the coucil to their, "Council meeting," which they had never heard of before.

( gtg to bed. See ya tomorrow )

( Hello? Anybody here? :( )

(Here but busy with the drawing challenge, so I can’t RP today)

( Okay )

(Here, but I'm also busy)

( I was busy all day lol )

Brightwing has listened to the conversation in quiet contemplation so far, but as they flew down to the council’s meeting place, he flew to glide beside Hollywing. “Hello, I am Brightwing, former over-stallion of Valley Herd, member of the Glacier Herd council. I would just like to say I rather admire your want for peace, but willingness to fight for your own when needed. You would be a great ally.”

Hollywing:

he smiled and nodded. "Thank you. As you probably know, I am Hollywing, over-stallion of Red Herd, and that is my mate Robincloud," he said, nodding to his mate flying a few winglengths away and who had just landed.

As Brightwing landed, he nodded a greeting to the lead mare. “Pleasure to meet you, Robincloud. I’ve heard good things about you.”

Mistcloud:

Mistcloud landed in the council clearing, closely followed by Moonwing, Jaggedwing, and Briarcloud. Once they had all introduced themselves, Mistcloud began the meeting. "Hollywing, I am surprised you hadn't aligned your herd with Cherrycloud." said Mistcloud, "My scouts have told me that every other herd in that area of Anok as, may I ask you why you are the only one who hasn't?"

Bronzewing pricked his ears at Hollywing, curious for his answer.

Skywing was busy supervising the army trainees, so he was not in the council meeting.

Horizongold and Oceangold started talking about random things once their trainees were out of sight, waiting for an attempt to take a stick from the circle in which they were standing.

Ashbrook flapped her lime green wings lazily, cruising on the currents. The jungle line receded before her and beyond it to the east was the ocean. A quick glance south showed the Dark Water, but this wasn’t the appaloosa mare’s goal. A few hours later, Ashbrook could see a line of white foam as gentle waves broke on the shore of Turtle Beach. Ashbrook landed on the wet sand and plotted her next course. East would take her to the mouth of the Tail River. West would go back to Jungle Herd’s territory, the place she had come from. North would go to the hottest part of the desert, and although that was her final goal, she didn’t want to go without water for that long. And finally, south would be the Dark Water. She lifted off and set a course for a little east of northeast, which she could see would bring her a few miles north of the mouth of Tail River. She flew until she met it, wincing at the heat of the desert. Finally, she landed on its bank and took a long drink. Her wings were tired, but the desert sand was almost painfully hot to stand on. Coming to a decision, Ashbrook jumped into the river. It helped her cool off, and her tense wing muscles relax. Then she burst out of the river and followed ist banks north to Flame Herd.

(I was wondering when you were going to use her)