As much as Alysanne had needed to go visit her sister, being back in Helovia was just as liberating as it had been to leave. This was her home, after all, and she never tired of thinking that wonderful world: home. She hadn’t been wandering here for the sake of someone else, hadn’t spread roots because it was where Sasha or Iona was interested in staying. Not that she ever resented the stay in Nocturne – and really, Iona had stayed with her because she had stayed for Sasha – but Helovia was something new.

She had discovered it, quite by accident, and turned into a home. She had her family in the Edge and gradually that family was growing to involve the friends she had made in the other lands. From sweet Lena in the north to darling Voodoo in the south.

Oh! Voodoo!

Well she really should have known. She set out around dawn, not really caring to pick a direction but letting her legs choose where to go. The painted pegasus had simply felt like taking a walk, maybe finding a friend. She had alternated between chatting to and humming with Hemlock along the way, paying little mind to her surroundings. Perhaps this was why she often found herself lost? No matter.

So it really wasn’t until she had wandered her way far enough south to recognize the burning fires near the caves where they had spent so much time that she realized where she was going. She was going to visit Voodoo! Now that it had clicked, it sounded like an absolutely delightful idea. Too much time had spent since she had been in the company of his shy smile and his kind manners – not since that wondrous night when they had raced together beneath the stars. Completely carefree, she had shed all her worries with every pounding hoof-fall.

Yes, it would be good to see the dear stallion again.

A warm feeling of anticipation started in the pit of her stomach, battled only by Hemlock’s palpable dismay. Hopefully he would behave himself, perhaps if they were fortunate enough to meet the pair – Voodoo and the fuzzy little Ouija. At least then he would not feel so left out as her attention was focused elsewhere.

Now, this was the tricky part. She knew that Voodoo lived in the Throat because it had come up in conversation – and she knew vaguely which direction it was in… but she had never actually been there. She had no idea how to get there! She supposed that she could just keep wandering until she hit it – Helovia was only so big after all. It hardly mattered to her that there was only a slim chance that he would even be there today - if she were to even find the Throat then at least she would know where it was for future reference.

With an impatient huff, Hemlock rose off of his perch on her head and took to the skies – keeping relatively low but high enough so that his black eyes could pick out movement in the sea of grass that surrounded them. Paranoid little creature that he was.

Not seeing anything else for it, Alysanne began walking in what she thought was a southern direction (though really she was heading more east than anything now) and resumed her humming - spirits heightened once again.