>It is a beautiful day, so after a breakfast you decided to take a walk in the park. The breakfast was brief, you still feel all the revelry of the previous day. Although it was still a morning, approaching the fountain you heard a whole chorus of conversation from the general direction of the exit to the female side.
'The guests going home?'
>You think. Although, you didn't hear much commotion in the stallions quarters, curious.
>Anyway, you take your favorite spot near the basin and greet the birds, bathing and drinking there. The birds pause, assessing you and then emit chirps and other sounds at you. By this point you are sure those are greetings.
>Habitually you take some bakery you were holding and make crumbles for them. The birds start to peck.
>Satisfied you sip from the fountain yourself and go on a stroll through the alley, thinking.
>Communality of equines, even if paired with a strict social hierarchy is really fascinating. Honestly, you like it. You begin to wonder what those family gatherings can look like among other social classes, for example merchants or poor farmers.
>Then you remember about pegasi and wonder what can they do at the gatherings like that. For some reason you imagine a bunch of winged horses bathing in a huge fountain, just like your feathered friends, flaring their huge wings and neighing loudly at each other.
>You chuckle.
>Naturally you imagine pegasi the way they were depicted in Earth mythology, since you have yet to encounter one.
>Walking along the road, towards the female wing you meet a guardsmare, but she says nothing and just bows, albeit not too deep.
>You nod at her and continue walking.
>The voices of Amira's relatives grow stronger meanwhile, as you approach that part of the garden.
>Now you clearly hear the word "war".
>This alerts you.
>You take hasty steps towards the arch of greenery in the hedge. Look around. Since there are no guards nearby you carefully sneak there.
>The female part of the garden is different. It consists of fruit trees, few in between, with outer perimeter, near the wall full of huge rose bushes. You have never encountered them so large. The flowers themselves are like medium sized sunflowers, with stems to match. The thorns are almost like small knifes.
>"The state of faithful ones is like a rose garden with thorns the size of a blackthorn."
>You remember the line from a book Haakim read and smile.
>No doubt they are here so nobody can comfortably sneak around.
>You sigh, fold your bedsheet tighter around yourself and slowly step into the thorny bushes.
>You have some advantage, being a bit more compact than a quadrupedal.
>Having hid in the bushes good enough you crawl towards the large gathering of mares. They stand around a gazebo where Amira stands.
>You crouch and listen.
>..."Cannot afford another war right now." One of the mares finishes her speech.
>"So it is." Amira seems to agree. She nods and the mare steps back. Others throw some chatter among themselves.
>Another one steps forward. She gives a quick bow.
>"Business is comparatively good, Ruling Mother. Since the usury laws have been relaxed many plots of land returned into use."
>"We expect a surplus of the produce in the next season."
>"Where do you assume it would go?" Amira asks.