First Light

When her mother had first proposed this journey, all five of the yearlings had immediately protested. Surely with her age and infirmity she would never even survive the journey. She had barely survived the journey there when she had left Abaven after their uncle Bass had abandoned it, and she had since then had a difficult pregnancy and even more difficult birth that she had never quite recovered from. But their mother had not been asking, and she gently but firmly insisted. Arpeggio had elected to go with her.

Though neither of them, nor her siblings, had spoken of it, they all knew that it would be a one way trip for both travellers. Peggy had no intention of simply leaving her mother there, regardless of what relatives might still remain there to care for her and, for Peggy knew it would likely happen sooner rather than later, guard her grave. No, she would be there for her mother every step of the journey and beyond.

It wasn't simply loyalty that drove her on this quest though. She was curious about the rest of their family, craved to experience more than the homeland she knew. She wanted to walk where her mother had in her youth, where her unknown aunts and uncles had made their lives and where her cousins still resided.

So she followed beside her mother, hunting for and supporting her, until they finally came to the border. They stopped short of it, of course, and Harmony sank to the ground. Arpeggio hastened to help her get comfortable, trying not to seem like she was fussing, but Harmony still waved her off with a request to call to announce them. With one last smile and a gentle lick to her mother's brow, Peggy stepped up to the border and raised in muzzle in a howl.