RumoredxNights

"Kite! We thought you were gone forever!" Peregrine cried as she ran towards the other filly. She careened into the other, legs flailing as she tried to hug her friend. Kite let out a squeak as she was knocked off balance. Finch approached the tangle of fillies in a much more subdued manner. "Perry thought you were gone, but I knew you were okay and wanted to get to you but Crane said no." Finch added, side eyeing the Palomino yearling. Crane sighed as he split off from Lark to check on things. "What lies are you spreading now, Finch?" He asked, calmly enough but with a stern edge. Finch bolted away, putting the fillies between him and Crane. "I never lie! I was just checking on Kite, that's all!" He hastened to explain as the girls finally found their bearings. "Yeah, just checking on Kite." Peregrine echoed, dutifully. Crane eyed them, skeptically then looked up as Wren approached. "That's very nice of you, but I think her mother has things covered." He replied, bowing his head to

Tearing up the hill, the shouting grew fainter and fainter as the light grew more and more dim. Lark couldn't begin to piece together what had happened. He only wanted to inspect the odd lights to put his son's mind at ease. Should he had done so alone? Probably not. Was he in for a long lecture from Oriole and Alruna? Most likely. Did he care in this moment? Not really. Instead he and the strange grey mare ran side by side lost in adrenaline and hysteria. Once they were far enough away and his herd was just a yard away, they finally stopped to catch their breath. Lark lowered his head, barrel expanding rapidly to take in deep gulps of air. He felt like he aged several years in one night. The mare was less ragged as she simply stood aside to calm her own breathing. Lark finally glanced her way, his gaze curious with just a hint of amusement. Neither spoke for a long moment, the mare finally lifting her head to meet his gaze. The silence grew thick with tension as her eyes

“I cannot believe you are related to that.” Hector groused, glaring off to the side as the small, but growing herd moved along. They had decided it was best to keep moving, and find somewhere else to rest. Dahra stayed close to Dianthe, her head down as she slowly adjusted to being in a new herd. Dianthe had the grace to look sheepish, but also annoyed. She had no excuse for her older brother. Ambrose had been raised away from her and that twisted his way of thinking. Though he was shocked by how quickly Hector had stood up for her. He seemed to have the same line of thinking as Ambrose, but he had surprised her. She had half a mind to ask the stallion about it, but they had mostly moved on from it. Lucien hummed in agreement to Hector’s comment. “Really. How can someone as sweet as you be related to such a brute? Calling you weak? Please.” The young stallion commented, rolling his eyes. Dianthe opted to stay quiet and let the stallions converse. Dahra sent her a concerned look, but