Rainfeather woke up and stretched. Feeling the warm comforting on her feathers. She looked around ready for an ambush. But she didn't see the weanlings. They're probably late, and she was glad. But once she stood up she heard excited chatting. She knew those voices. She trotted to where she last heard it and saw a small, agile, spotless cremello stallion with deep, blue eyes and white feathers, probably also a desert herd pegasus, laying on the ground in a heap. She trotted toward to him. "What hapenned to you?" The weanling got up. "Those foolish little stallions." He rasped. Rainfeather guessed he was speaking of the group. Rainfeather helped him up. "I'm Lightray." He said softly. His voice was soft and smooth, like a flowing river. She folded her wings. "Rainfeather."