AND THE MOME RATHS OUTGRABE
Once upon a time, Sarkis had left the Jungle. She had gone to the meadow, she had meet another horse, and she had learned the world was not as kind as she believed. Since then she had left only one other time, with several others, escorting her sick Dam to the Falls. Before she finally succumbed to her illness and passed. Father had followed, all in one day her world had ended it seemed. She had lost so much, yet there was still plenty left behind, if only she could see it.
Everything was changing, had changed, she was no longer a princess. The title was not something she was shamed or hurt to lose, it was just another thing lost, but it added to her list. That day it seemed endless.
Slowly time passed, wounds healed, her heart felt less heavy with each passing day. Finally Sarkis stepped out into the Jungle with something other than sadness lining her eyes. She was ready to face the world again, to face the Jungle and its inhabitants. Including her sisters.
It is not long before she spots some, two to be precise, though she doesn't know them by name. Approaching slowly she offers a nicker in greeting and a soft "Hello." She comes off sheepish, unsure if she is in the company of the right group. She had already learned that walking up to strangers could have a nasty outcome.