The darkness of sky had fallen upon Downy Falls as humans, horses, and other creatures settled in for the night. In one of far pastures, a large mare was resting under a tree with her orbs hovering in the air above. Though she was a creature of the night, sometimes a Disturbed Nightmare just preferred the chance to take a snooze under the full moon, especially after a good day's hunt. But Crochet knew that peace and quiet was not to last, and soon she was proven right. A small, strange bleat sounded and the DN's ears twitched. Slowly she opened her eyes, and looked upon a strange sight with a mild expression. A Harlequine mare was leading the way, the moonlight illuminating the white parts of her body so that she look ghoulish. But not so much as the horse that followed close behind.
With her head held high, Calendula looked as if she could pierce the sky with her four horns. Her silver eyes were intact and no mist was being exhaled from her mouth. Crochet watched her two friends