A peaceful night was broken by the sudden ambush of humans. Lost in the darkness, all Ladybug could do was call for Leksea. The filly rushed to her side, huddling under her for safety. It ended as quickly as it began. Every member of the herd had a lasso around their necks, and were led away from the grove they had been sleeping in, towards a human camp.
Ladybug's disgust and upset with the situation faded somewhat as she realized that the humans that had captured them were not warriors. They were regular people of all ages and types, haggard and scared. Refugees.
A man got up and approached them.
"You were right," said the man holding Ladybug's rope, who had the blond hair of a Witch. "These are not truly wild. They are all escaped tamed horses. There was no attempt to cast spells upon us like a wild Witch's Pony would do."
"So they can all be ridden?" asked the other man, who appeared to be the leader. The Witch nodded.
"Even those used just for breeding, as I suspect the mare I have was, are fully trained to carry a rider."
"Excellent!"
"It does appear most, if not all the mares are pregnant."
"It will be no problem. We just need to get out of the kingdom to safety. It will not take long."
Ladybug stood still as the men discussed their plans. She was coming up with a plan of her own.