Ainle and Pherick stand side by side, gazing at the horizon for a moment in a moment where little else bothered them but the beauty that resonated from the darkened horizon, the glowing stars and the bright shining moon. It was a truly beautiful night but the chill of Frostfall nipped at one like a dog at one’s heels. Ainle turned her small tiara to gaze at Pherick even though she saw nothing, the gesture made her feel better and she could always see him, like a perfect picture in her mind. Before the other mare had shown up, a bright light catches Pherick’s attention, shining in the corner of his eyes. He softly caresses Ainle and speaks equally as soft to her in a whisper,

“We have company, Ainle.”

Ainle nodded at him and turned toward where she could hear something touching down. It was a Pegasus? Pherick stared hard at her, his entire body stance speaking of being exceptionally over-protective. She has many wounds and is obviously hurt, which she tried to hide with her fiery wings but failed. This thought made him even more skeptical. Pherick didn’t have the luxury of underestimating others. He had Ainle to think of, no matter how capable she was. Now the other mare appears as well, the little worn out creature who looks like a ghost without being dead. Pherick softly and tenderly touches Ainle, announcing the arrival of another. The Pegasus mare speaks though, and her words seem to be out of compassion,

"You are hurt and weary- all of you,"

The chestnut mare who had come running suddenly bursts out in speech,

"You need to help me! You have to save Tiimar, he's trying to take on three opponents without rest, they are too many and I cannot do anything to help him! He's sacrificing his life for me, just like all the others, and I won't allow it. Come quickly before it's too late!"

Her voice was strong, much stronger than she looked and Pherick lifted his head higher and cocked his head sideways. This little mare who had come so suddenly reminded him painfully of the creature Ainle had been before she became blind and he felt compelled to help her however he could. This mare was brave and Ainle found herself admiring her strength. She knew Pherick would hesitate to help the girl and so she softly nudged his neck,

“Go, I’ll be fine.”

Pherick looks at her, obviously worried but then her nudges her softly and sets off in a powerful gallop after the little chestnut mare. In sync both of them burst into a clearing and the horrific scene opens like a book before Pherick. A loud scream comes from his mouth and he charges into action just as the little chestnut mare accelerates. Suddenly another unknown male appears, instantly going for the attacker who was standing over the little chestnut’s protector. Pherick instantly changes action and stopped the little mare from going any closer to the attacker. His eyes speak more than words ever could as he gazes into her own. ‘Stay here, we’ll handle it’ his eyes seemed to say and a moment later he launched at the unicorn. After a powerful attack the other stallion announces his name, Ricochet. Pherick, tall and powerful as he is skids to a halt beside Ricochet, who in this case was now an ally and speaks,

“You will die for your crimes.”

Without another second to waste he lunges at the unicorn, careful to avoid the horn as front hooves lift up high, aiming to slam into the male’s sides. Landing with precision he kicks up his heels, massive amounts of power driving the full on kick. Once again he lands and prances a few strides away, lowering his head in a threatening manner…

"Ainle Speak"
"Pherick Speak"