Nightriver:

Nightriver soared across the sky, her purple and blue wings catching the sunlight, she cached a air current and soared for aways, once she saw a nice spot of grass, she landed gracefully the grass lightly crunching beneath her hooves, and started grazing,

Pebbleheart: The little filly soared just below the tree line seeing as how she was only a weanling and couldn't fly higher. She was bored and was scouting for someone to play with. She soon spotted Smokewood and had a better idea than just walking up to him. She flew lover and quieter and just as she neared him she sprang at him. "BOO!!" She whinnied. Smokewood jumped so hard Pebbleheart fell mid-flight and laughed so hard that her sides started to hurt. She soon recovered and trotted over to a rather annoyed Smokewood. "So" she said through a mouthful of grass, "I hear Riverheart and the other elders are telling stories by the big oak tree. The other foals are already there. Wanna come?" She asked.

Duskriver:

Duskriver, was soaring through the trees looking for the other foals, once she spotted Pebbleheart and Smokewood she landed softly on the grass and walked over to them, "Hey, what are you guys up to," she nickered

(Yay!!!!)

Smokewood-He rolled his eyes, trying to act annoyed despite the fact that he was happy to see Pebbleheart. He turned to Duskriver and said "We're about to listen to the elders tell stories! You should come!" an idea sprouted in his mind and he trotted towards the big oak, saying over his shoulder "Race you there!" With that, he kicked off into the sky, his dark-grey wings flapping, propelling him as fast as he could go.

Lilacroot:

Lilacroot was standing inside a large cave eroded into the side of a mountain. The clearing stretched out in front of the cave, known as the Medicine Mare Den, and Lilacroot was sorting herbs and healing medicines. Laughter and squeals of joy echoed through the valley and Lilacroot smiled as she glanced up from her work to watch the little foals play. She sighed with contentment as a warm breeze ruffled her mane and feathers.

Duskriver:

Duskriver winnied at Smokewood and kicked of into the sky racing him toward the big oak

Pebbleheart:

"Hey! Not fair!" She whinnied. As she raced to catch up with the other foals. As they neared the oak, she was in the lead and technically she won. But she was going so fast her body couldn't keep up so she tumbled to the ground with a flurry of orange and white. The other foals laughed and she tried not to laugh herself but when one colt said "And she sticks the landing" Everyone including Pebbleheart and the elders started laughing.

Smokewood- he came over, his sides heaving with laughter, and reached down to help Pebbleheart up, then he looked her up and down like a mother would do to her young to make sure she had no scratches. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Pebbleheart:

"Of course im alright." She said spitting grass. "Hah I won!" She said prancing over to the elders. "So what story are you telling today?" Pebbleheart couldn't help but ask a question every 2 words. This annoyed most of the foals but they knew not to mess with her. She was content under the tree listening to Riverheart and the elders.

Smokewood-he sat next to Pebbleheart and Duskriver, feeling content and sleepy, and he barely heard as the elders finished their stories. Once the stories were finished, he asked the fillies "So, what now?"

Duskriver:

Duskriver, leaned forward, ears pricked waiting for the elders to start telling stories

Smokeood-Once the elders finished their stories, he sat up more, then looked at the fillies and asked, "What now?"

Dewsplash - she trotted up to Lilacroot, her silvery-blue coat shining in the sun, and said, "Hey, Lilacroot, do you need help with anything?"