The group of you watch Mystic disappear when there was the sound of thundering hooves and a young Serian comes galloping up. "What did I miss?"
The mare was cheerful and energetic and clearly new to the Hills. The others looked at her quizically, sizing her up then Flash laughed. "Not much, we're all new here, and getting acquainted with each other, seems like you found the right bunch of Serians to hang out with!"
Shadow didn't seem too pleased to have to deal with another perky Serian but StarShadow smiled and introduced herself and the rest of you.
"I'm Scribble" the mare replied in kind, and when asked about her Altar she shook her mane. "My parents are Vivid and Rhythm, they are still living in Sionayra...for a while I lived in another Realm, but my memories are a bit fuzzy about that." The others nodded, describing the "void" which seemed to make Scribble feel better. There's nothing better to build a bond between friends than a shared experience.
Just then, thunder could be heard in the distance, and everyone turned to see the dark clouds rising up over the Hills. StarShadow ducked under the water, but the rest of you made for a grove of trees to get out of the rain...
As the group of you huddled in the shelter from the downpour, there was a tremendous flash of lightning and a deafening boom of thunder. Then the brush seemed to explode as a terrified Serian burst in on yor little group.
Here eyes were huge and terrified, and it was just the impassable group of bodies that prevented her from continuing on her flight. Another rumble of thunder set her to trembling. You reach out a hand and place it gently on her muzzle. Somehow that simple touch was enough to help her relax and she calmed down enough to realize where she was.
"I'm so sorry. I know it's silly to be scared of storms but I can't help it....my name is Beta?" The last coming out as a question, as if the introduction was an offered apology she wasn't sure the rest would accept.
But of course they did, introducing themselves in turn. In the meantime, the brief storm moved on, leaving the air clean and fresh with the sun attempting to break through the clouds.