Pele entered the Claiming Grounds with her head held high. She ignored the heat of the sun above her head. Pele knew that some stallion with a land was bound to appear eventually. The best place to meet a hippocampus, the mare thought, is at the stream with the cool running water. She walked to the stream and immersed herself in the clear water. Pele could feel the frustrations of the past being washed away in the current.