Solace
. . .
Her body is healing after the ordeal of birthing triplets (although one was born rather unconventionally, already wielding her magic) and Solace can once again enjoy her mountain patrols.
But as the dawn breaks, flooding the dips between the mountains, the Caretaker has another goal in mind. She follows a well-worn path which skirts the steaming lake, looking for a flash of alabaster among the overgrowth of summer. It had been too long since she had last spoken with her faithful Ambassador.
With the gravel crunching under her hooves Solace continues this way, walking until she has traced half the lake. She takes her time, noticing the little changes that summer has brought to Hyaline, and the new trails the growing number of children have created and discovered. But the scent she has been searching for is finally found. Halting, the gold splashed mare lets out a low nicker.
It is a soft noise, and not very urgent - just enough to wake a watchful mother but not enough to disturb a heavy sleeper.