In the rocky hills that aren't quite mountains, a series of hot springs bubble merrily away. There, a spiral horned stallion stands guard alertly, allowing the others to play.

Cold belongs to Saturnalia; Tinting to Sirah; Cracks to SunBlind; Confusion belongs to Jenn

Among the trees, in a small glade, a stallion flits happily through the air, watching the mares below him cheerfully. Easy-going and laid back, he's glad to make a friend of anyone.

Wind belongs to MadMooCow; Light belongs to Para

A silver stallion turns, small head wings twitching thoughtfully as blue eyes scan the area. A call from nearby, however, returns his attention to that which really matters; his Song. He folds the wings back along his neck and trots quickly back to the others.

All of the Sams here belong to sera.

Small yellow wings twitch as the stallion listens with interest to the animated story of the albino mare, her wings flaring to make her points. In this hidden area of the woods, they are safe from prying eyes, though the bright sound of laughter rings from time to time through the trees.

BrilliantDawn belongs to MadMooCow; Flash belongs to Sera.