Tracking how long I’ve been making this escape is the very last thing on my mind right now: all that mattered was my progress. Every errant yell I hear from her is another spur to keep moving. I hadn’t realized it before, but the focused sensation of the light was visible now as a concentrated ray of moonlight, now searching the area like some kind of spotlight. The mare followed closely behind this light, with no intention of giving up her search. She was moving far too fast for the Princes to keep up, and I can’t help but hate how well her wings served her here.