Porcupine Ridge wo mögen sie wohl morgen sein

Stone-painted mane draped her narrow shoulders as her long, pale legs guided her away from the vale’s mist. The argent was unable to think properly, especially after news hit that the silver had perished. It devastated her; she struggled to remain calm, but eventually gave in to the emotion that ate her from the inside and padded away, attempting to process the latest news.
 
An ache in her body tormented her for days now; something was wrong. Aches left her after a day or so, but this just doesn’t go away. Unsure what to do about it, Agana left the mists to visit the ridge, and seek clarity from the stars; ah, how dear were those stars to her! She could stare at them all her life if she could; but it was just impossible.
 
As she approached the ridge, the argent caught a glimpse of a rose-tinted grey pelt. Confusion grew as the scent was not familiar to her; who was so close to the Court? Agana chuffed into the direction of the scent, to reveal a soft, thin girl, threading higher onto the ridge. “Watch your steps,” she murmured slowly as a warning, attempting to climb the ridge as well.