From a rocky outcropping, the mare looked out over the valley with distaste. The wind whipped the long black hair of her tail, her gold chains tinkling together. It had been ages now that she had kept herself isolated near the top of the mountain. Her sons and daughters had left to explore or learn or find mates, or...whatever it was that they did. She cared little.
Turning her head, the sun glinted off her golden headdress. The wind blew down the mountainside, shaking loose leaves of varying shades of yellow, brown, and orange and sending waves rippling across the sea of grass at the bottom of the valley. Her mate was out there somewhere, too, saving some poor souls no doubt. Had he no interest in saving her from endless boredom atop this lonely mountain? They had all left her. She provided Raksh with children, and had made sure they at least made it to adulthood, and how did they thank her? With abandonment? She made a sound like a hiss and tossed her head, a scowl darkening her face.
"Just ungrateful!!"
With a last disgusted look down the valley, she spun around and headed away from the cliff. The hard "clop" of her hooves on the rock slowly softened to a quiet pad as the stone turned to soil and she followed a trail into a thicket along the rocky wall of the mountain. She stopped at a branch in the trail. To the right was her home, a small clearing of level ground where there was nobody waiting for her. To the left was a path that wound down the mountain and eventually to the valley below. She stood there, her anger twisting her expression.
What was keeping her here? She couldn't even remember the last time she saw her children, the ungrateful monsters. The "hero" Raksh was more interested in rescuing others than tending to his family and showed up whenever he wanted to. She deserved a life, as well. Though she was sure any others she may meet down the mountain would be less than worthy of her time, she would at least like a change of scenery.
Taking a deep, angry breath, she huffed and made a deliberate turn to the left, marching loudly along the twisting trail that would take her down the mountain.
