Hoshor Plains it was red

There was very little they could do but wait. While Selenia paced, Mallow repeatedly stamped at the ground and began forming a divot. She'd cease digging occasionally to look around for any signs of their sister.

Soon enough, the stallion arrived, circling them with a possessiveness that she still hadn't gotten used to, especially since he was practically a stranger. She gently exhaled, hoping to calm the man, and canted her head as she watched him.

Our sister is on the way, she informed him, her voice eager and edged in anticipation.