As you canter amongst large, wet, grey stones, you notice that short grass grows bravely between them. Exiting from out of the rocky area, a flat land of grass lays before you. Streatching out into a gallop, you fly across the highlands. The wind blowing your mane and tail back. You only spot the narrow stream to late to stop so, you gather yourself and launch off into the air. Just landing on the other side, you slow down and turn around to take alook. The stream may be narrow, but it is deep with grey stones peeking at you for the watery depths.