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The midnight mare picked her way over the frozen terrain. Cold, alone, and unfathomably lost - though, how could she be lost with no exact aim to begin with? - she wanted nothing more than to fix at least one of these problems. The frigid cold seemed to permeate into her bones, crystallizing in her joints. Fuck this cold, she thought to herself. Of all times to arrive in this frozen wonderland, she needed to pick the coldest season of the year. But, a home was a home, and if anything, this place would provide safety, shelter, and further training.

A voice cracked the frozen air. Ears sprang up, her head twisted, and she stopped moving. The voice was powerful, like nothing she had ever heard before. Stormy eyes scanned the land around her, looking for a source. 'Ophelia?' she thought, wondering why the name sounded so familiar. She then recalled that d'Artagnan had mentioned her during his lesson on the Basin, and had referred to her as the Lady of this land. It appeared their lady, their queen, had renounced her title. Ki'irha scowled. How could a leader abandon her subjects? Better off, I'm sure. As the words crossed her mind, she believed that room would open to someone devoted to the herd.

Something called, no, urged her to find the stallion who had cast his words into the mountains. Who knew what would be waiting, but hopefully she could at least meet others who lived here. She set off at a canter, white hair fluttering. Malnourished muscles still propelled her forward, though her endurance was painfully compromised. She was sure it wouldn't be until Birdsong that she returned to her previous healthy form

Soon she came upon the meeting place. She slowed her pace, noticing a small congregation. The blue mare approached cautiously, eyes alert and ears peaked. Though small and respectful, she was still a stranger, and was unsure as to how this group would to react to her. She noticed a familiar face in the meeting, as the stallion who had taken her from the Threshold had already arrived. She looked towards him, attempting to meet his eyes, and dipped her head in silent greeting. She then cast her eyes upon he who had called to her. The dark stallion that towered before her spoke of invasions, of victories, of new leaders. A golden stallion, possibly Thranduil, and a lovely unicorn mare, perhaps Hotaru, took their places beside the grey unicorn. She assumed they were the two he called by name, stating they were the new leaders, by the way they stood with him and called out similar inspiration of strength, victory, and preparation. She saw she came during a time of great growth in the herd. A spark grew in her heart. These leaders, these kings and queen, knew their future, knew the means to reach the end. And Ki'irha was inspired, knowing she wanted to play her part in it - whatever it may be.

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