Sorry it's so short, wouldn't you rather have frequent yet short bits of a story than long ones that take two months each to be updated?
"Rainyhoof, are you sure you want this?" Duskeye murmured.
Rainyhoof nodded, gazing at nothing with clouded eyes. Duskeye sighed and turned to the Herd.
"Rainyhoof desires to take up a position as Wish-teller. With this promotion, I will give him his full name." Duskeye turned his head towards Rainyhoof, who still stared away.
"Rainyhoof, do you promise to protect and guide your Herd and uphold the Code of WishHerd, even at the cost of your life?"
At the last part Rainyhoof shuddered and glanced at the giant looming rock that shadowed the ceremony. He faced the Herd.
"Yes, I do."
"Then from this day forth, you shall be known as Rainyheart."
The nickers that echoed through the forest were sad and mournful as they greeted Rainyheart by his new name. Though usually a time of joy, this ceremony was filled with evidence of the recent and terrible loss.
Rainyheart's ears pricked, and a whisper passed by him, heading for the crowd but never reaching the dark gray colt it was meant for. Rainyheart gazed up at the stars, knowing who had spoken, and hoping to speak himself.
"I miss you, Mousehoof."