Rattleskin Redoubt april is the cruellest month

Maybe he didn’t remember his home either. Whatever the case, Long Rain wasn’t very curious about it. Her attention wandered from thing to thing at this age, and nothing yet could satisfy her long enough to find permanent interest in it. She didn’t want to be held down…

She wanted to lead the charge.

But it was important to belong somewhere, though. There would be no leading of any charges if there was no one there to follow. She was reminded of this when Caligula mentioned a home. I- look for home, too, she confided, her breaths finally slowing. But following is- mmm, hard, for Long Rain. For an instant, a smirk creased one side of her muzzle. Long Rain was a dauntless filly on endless open plains; there felt to be nothing but room to gallop, and rebellion was welded deep through the steel of her veins.