Milling through the Meadow, head gently bobbing as I trot farther away from the Throat, the small feathered babe tucked within my ivory hair to keep away from the rain. My body tilts off to the side, my hooves sparking and illuminating the field as they strike a drier rock, the other foot hitting the mud and the spark swallowed without a sound. The world is dimmed, the aftershock of heavy rains leave the colours drained from everything, the flowers looking as gray as the weeping skies above. My coat takes up the drops that fall over it, leaving dark streams running down my body, contouring to the movement of my muscles.

It is not long before a call comes ringing, muscles tensing at the sound of a hungry equine desperate for a taste of war, my steps grow cautious as the source of the call is revealed, a creamy mare with rugged black lines over the muscles connecting her wing to her shoulder, her mane and tail dark hues similar to the markings on her shoulder, her legs coated with black that crawls up to her knees and hock. In hopes to attack her from behind, where she can not see, I move quietly as possible towards her, lowering my head briefly and demanding Yseult may sink to the ground and hide beneath a bush far from the battle field.

Rising up again, with heart pumping as I grow excited for the battle, I move forward with my body stiff from such excitement and fear. My thoughts shift to Aurelia and how she would react if I came home battered and bruised but victorious. What a sight I would be, feathers wedged between my lips as a prize for my success and a smile crawling up my cheeks. I move as lightly as possible, hoping she had not turned herself or heard my movement. I looked down at the ground, my eyes watching for items that I could step on that would alert her, my eyes trailing forward to stop on her hind legs. Oh, I had almost forgotten about those and the powerful punch they'd pack with them, so maybe doing something such as that was not a good plan.

Looking at my options with a quick snap of my gaze, I burst forward into a gallop to attack at her right side, although I was preparing myself for her to move, unless she had already heard me and stepped away to leave me swinging at air. My horn was sharp and ready, and if she had not moved from that same position it was pointed towards her right wing, the violet weapon ready to slice open the skin near the portion of flesh connecting the wing and the body. My hind legs push me forward as I begin to run off to the left, trying to cut her off from moving forward so that if she did she would have to deal with my hooves and body in her way. My stomach sank as I slipped, the mud taking away my ability to balance well and leaving my falling to my right. I land in the mud in front of the other girl's original position, but I didn't know if she had run off or remained where she was. My face grew warm with embarrassment and anger, nostrils flaring as I realize I'd make a piss poor warrior with these kinds of faults.

Keeping my wings tucked at my sides, I kick my hind legs out, trying to strike at something, anything. I rock quickly in the mud, feeling my right side lift off the ground with a layer of mud slathered over my wing and legs. It's a painstaking process to lift myself up, knees slipping in the mud and frustration painted across my face. Couldn't I call a time out so she didn't bite my ass while I was trying to get up? Probably not, so that means I have to get up quickly. Getting back on my feet I run forward, turning to face her original position with bi-coloured eyes narrowed at the location where I had fallen, rising back up to face the pale mare with a ferocious gaze.
"Talking"