"Our caravan has departed New Appleloosa, leaving territories and places known to me behind. Pendulum plans to take us across the old Equestrian heartland, stopping at trading posts before making our way to Tenpony Tower in Manehattan then swinging back around and following the coast down to Baltimare. But, trouble brews in Fillydelphia and danger of many kinds waits in the wasteland for wary and unwary alike. After Baltimare, my employer plans on booking passage over the sea, braving the boiling waters for zebra lands to the east. I do not know if I will accompany him that far... only that my two foals are out there somewhere, as is my would be murderer. All three must be found and I will search to the end of my strength to locate them. Hopefully, there will be some booze... and bucks (or mares) along the way. I'm looking for answers, to my past, my future... only I don't know where to find them. And, in some cases, I'm not even sure of the questions. I am no longer the mare with no name. I am Wild Skies... and far from being over, my journey has only just begun."