Violet was sitting on one of the camp's pegasi. Luckily it liked her so it was quite easy to ride. She flicked the reins lightly, not really wanting to dig her feet into the pegasi's sides. She'd always thought that was mean. Just like she thought wipping a horse in a race to make it go faster was mean. Luckily this pegasus was quite amiable and understood what she meant. It walked down the horse path. Violet could have made it trot, but she wanted to spend as much time in the air as possible. So she let it conserve its strength. Hopefully she'd find someone to ride with. Violet loved making new friends, or seeing old ones again.