
"Daddy" Cassandra called out, hooves clopping softly over some gravel near the river bed. She didn't really know why she thought he would be out here, but... well, her guesses were rarely wrong. Neither, really, did she know why she was bothering to say anything to him about this... but he was her father and she hated keeping things from him. Besides, this was a happy thing, wasn't it? She was ecstatic, at least, and she thought Milano and Icktius would be too, she just wished.... a butterfly flew past her head and Cassandra turned to stare at it. What had she come out here for again? Well.. whatever it was, she thought she was happy about it.
The mare fluttered her wings behind her, skipping off after the butterfly. How pretty it was! The same colour as her, gold and red, and fluttering amongst the last flowers of late fall. Soon these too would be gone and the cold season would begin. Something nudged her mind about that, but she wasn't sure what the problem was.... huh. How difficult it was to remember things! She wondered if it was something important.