Creamy white and dark purple tresses hung limply against Irrydae's figure, curling lightly at the ends. The wind swirled around her, tugging her, pushing her towards something… but what? It wanted her to go somewhere- she could tell. It would pause before starting up again, light dust-like piles of snow billowing and curling around her, power clinging to her legs slightly. Large golden mirror eyes sparked with curiosity. 'Let your mind run wild, Irry, take chances.' Her mother would tell her. Her whole life was based around those small phrases her mother would always tell her- remind her. It was as if she ingrained them in her mind… irry appreciated them now, while as a little kid hearing it so often was sometimes a bother. Irrydae missed her mothers voice, her eyes that showed she did care- down deep. Her voice was becoming harder to remember, the slight harmony didn't fill her mind anymore, and Irry was grasping to it like a kid with their beloved blanket. She was fighting so hard to not forget, the cling onto the memories, she was fighting the fact she would have to let it go. Some day, some day.

A hefty tug drew the mare out of thought, the wind pushing her harder, and she picked up her slender pillars, pulling herself into a graceful trot. Dew brushed against her hooves and hocks, clinging to them and chilling her. She flicked her tail, sending the hairs in an arc before they settled again. The wind had nearly stopped- just a normal breeze now and faint scents were filling her nostrils. Irry worked her way forward and not before long came up to a growing group of pegasi. There were some younger ones standing further away then the ones that were in flight- surrounding something. What was it?

Irrydae nickered softly, letting the others know her presence. She outstretched her wings, lifting herself into the air to get a better look. A pearly white egg lay on the edge of the dangerous cliff. It was an egg of a zephyr. Memories of her childhood flooded back, her mother telling her about all the companions and the mythical ones that weren't often seen. Irry had always dreamed of having her own zephyr companion, and this was her chance. Two were trying to push it along, away from danger. Eggs were not always smooth without bumps- and it could easily roll the wrong way and down to it's death below. The purple dipped mare approached the two guiding it. "I think you two have a good idea- but it might be best to all group together and discuss the best way to get this egg out of danger instead of everyone trying their own method with little or no communication," Irry said lightly, hoping they would agree with her. If everyone was just trying to rescue the egg themselves with their own plan, there was a high chance something was going to go wrong. Irry beat her wings steadily, keeping herself aloft as she tried to think of a plan to compromise to the group. The two mares had a good idea of rolling it, and maybe everyone could gather around and if it rolls one way we make sure it doesn't roll off. If there was a safe way to pick it up, that would work too. Maybe intertwine leave and branches and make a cradle to place the egg in and then fly it to safety? The group just needed to all listen to each other ideas and come up with a plan together, to make sure the egg makes it to safety.