It has been painfully quiet in the Golden Plains, Besra vanish and Phaedrus was scarce. He was off in the war against the deserts, but she has not seen him since. Analiese was now an adventurous yearling always running off to explore something new. Josie disappeared without saying goodbye, she still held hope they would see each other one last time. Zaravich has lived in these lands for some years now and barely knew any of the other mares, she wanted a friendship like her and Besra had.

The ebony mare paced through the empty meadow in the plains, a whinny escaped her maw and she hoped another would answer her. It was almost spring, the snow was starting to melt and the days grew warmer, she was more than excited to see grass and flowers again. With every step she took the snow crunched beneath her.It was lonely when Phaedrus was gone, hopefully she could have another friendship like Besra. She has seen the other mares at the herd meeting, although none of them spoke to each other. They listened to what Phaedrus had to say and dispersed when he was done.