Storm had never been tied down as a mother before. Being the free spirit she was, rage was her first feeling when she found out she was pregnant with a child. Storm wasn’t ready for maternity, and thinking herself to be the worst mother, she dreaded the day that the child would come. But the day he was born, there probably wasn’t a better moment in her life when her son, Kovoden met the world. A few days later, the mare realized that the boy was blind, and oh the hassle it would be for her. Reluctant to join a herd, Storm begged for an entrance to the World’s Edge, but it was no use. Thinking that she could just let him be raised in the security of other horses, and still with the thought she could leave and be free again, the gray mare was proven wrong. Now returning to the Threshold, a place she hasn’t been to in a long time, the woman was glad for a break. Leaving Kovoden sleeping in a field, Storm would soon return to him after going for a flight.


Drifting in the cold air, Storm shuddered in glee, stretching the giant wings she had awaited to use for so long. Heavy with a child, it was hard for her to go flying, and every second of her life she missed being airborne. But now, diminishing her serious self, Storm was now like a child, floating in the air, twirling, doing tricks. Winter was coming soon, and that would be a struggle for her, to keep Kovoden and herself alive, but now her mind was empty, only with the thrill of the flight. She would worry about survival later. Flapping down her powerful wings, lined with muscles, the mare was elevated into the air, met by a harsh wind, smiling, lifting up her head and emitting a cry of glee, she put her wings to her flanks, letting herself fall out of the sky, only to open her appendages at the last minute, breaking her fall into the canopy of the trees.


Powerfully pushing down, causing an updraft, Storm broke through clouds, racing at breakneck speeds in the air. Softly falling again this time, below the clouds to get a better view, gray-blue orbs scanned the ground, trying to see past the trees. Which horses were there to meet today? The afternoon sun starting shining again, catching Storm’s pelt making it shine a brilliant silver, contrary to the normal dark storm gray. Her tricolored mane gleamed with health in the light, while whipping in her face. In the distance, the mare spotted some low lying gray clouds. A storm to arrive! Unlike other horses, the woman loved storms and breezes, hence her real name StormBreeze.

Looking up from the ground, she finally spotted something…red. Flying closer to the object, she realized it was a sorrel mare, with powerful giant wings such as hers. Smiling, she decided to sneak up on her , and watched as the red fae gracefully landed. Hovering in the air for a minute, Storm watched as with wobbly legs the mare was unsteady on the ground. Lifting up one of her defrosting wings, she began to groom it. Finding it the perfect time for an entrance, the mare glided down gracefully, opening her wings, and landing while running. Looking at the nervous mare she walked up to her. “Hello there. The name’s Storm. Who must you be?” The mare said in a fairly good mood. Unlike other times, her face wasn’t stern, or seemingly angry, but now it radiated with joy, and Storm plastered a kind smile.