Trees sprouting new growth and blossoms, emerald floor expanding to fill bare spots and stretching to meet the sun, spotted with wildflowers, were evidence of spring. The scent of sugar seeping from the avocado coloured grass was a temptation hard to resist. But green headed to gold in a clearing ahead. The golden vixen, looking a little rough with patches of winter hair still shedding, had taken the route between the empty Fall’s herd lands to the Golden Plains where a highly trafficked area near the foal’s playground and adoption residence was found. The worn path most likely from patrols and trips to the field. The scent of Phaedrus was strong. The mare turned her head so both amber eyes looked at Sorea. “I think we’re here.” She said with a smile. Looking to Ygritte for confirmation. It had been a while since the queen and Ashara spent much time together, it was a great opportunity to do so. She couldn’t help but feel excited for the new adventure. Just beyond the Golden Plains was the kingdom of the Dale, perhaps they could carry through afterwards and talk politics. But before she could get ahead of herself there was the task at hand, the one that brought three mares to another herd land. To fulfill her promise to the dark winged stallion, and escort the mare that had agreed to join his herd and the kingdom of the Falls.