Last comment from part 1:
"Great idea. Going to Anok would be the best thing that could ever happen, at least in my opinion." He replied, wilting a little as Mordré walked right passed his stall, lead rope in hand attached to Asha.
He needed to get out of here.
Alko bucked at his stall door, aching to spread his wings and fly away, galloping to freedom.
"How about... next time our ... 'riders' (his disgust at the very word was obvious, like lemon on his tongue) take us out... we buck them off while they're on the ground and fly, as far and fast as we can go?"
As soon as the sentence left his muzzle, he realised how stupid it was. The Flyers would be on them within a second of their attempted escape.
"Nevermind," he sighed, wondering if Frei thought he was as stupid as he thought. She was, seemingly, the only other pegasus (he refused to brand himself or her as "kihlari") that wanted out of this captivity.
"Hmm... how about at night, when everyone's asleep, we buck our stall doors and make a fly for it?"
He sighed again, shaking his short mane and pawing the ground in annoyance. He was more or less scheming to himself now, regardless of whether Frei or any other kihlari was listening in or not.
"You have any ideas, Frei?"
Then he realised the price he would have to pay if he were to leave:
Asha adored Mordré. Asha didn't know what living free was, and as far as Alko knew his sister, she had no intention of finding out.
Alko stood still, wilting a little more, as he slowly folded his wings and dropped his head, ears drooping.
If he were to escape... Alko would never see his sister again.