Rainfeather knew that Elmwing respected his sire. He was one of his best warriors. She wish she said she was surprised when he didn't burn him to ash. "Very well. Continue on." Just like that he went back to training Sky herders. "Thanks-" "Why did you just let the weanlings do that to you. You might as well be dead if this continues! I can't be constently looking for you! Everything..." Rainfeather watched her sire insult her like he was a mile away. This was daily. She had no friends, a angry father, small wings, daily torcherers, her life was all but fine. The only pegasus that really understood her was her mother Shadetree. At nightfall she trotted over to her. "Hey my little Dewdrop. How was your day?" She was laying under a huge oak content, the moonlight shined on her bright red feathers and her chestnut coat glowed. She whispered avoiding her gaze. "Fine." Rainfeather snuggled closer to her, and they slept side by side.