In the pleasantry of the world around her, there is a tug at her soul, the only portion of her that remains. Metaphysical at best, she wanders the spirit realm with her mother at her side, seeing old friends and greeting new ones, trying to forget the memories she never would be able to. Even in death her mind was not so forgiving, but now she was strong. Fearless. Nothing could hurt her in this safe haven for souls of the good and departed. But like a silver thread, something is pulling at her, and she is bothered incessantly by it until at last she turns and follows the shimmering trail. The world around her changes, no longer misty and serene in the ever-changing landscape of the afterlife. Now, she stands on ghost legs on solid ground. What had brought her here, to the living world, to stand unseen by the eyes of those yet to be immortalized in death?

Glancing about with glowing cerulean eyes, she peers through the cavern, looking down to realize it is not in fact solid ground she walks on but water. It is an odd realization. Then, she lifts her crown, floating tendrils of hair golden and shimmering in the air around her as if devoid of gravity in all but how she stands upon the water. Quiet sobbing reaches her ears, drawing her attention as she slowly lifts her gaze, and something old and rarely remembered twinges in her chest. Memories of her mortal life, of a hesitant friendship struck at the height of the world, surrounded by miles of mists. Warm smiles and gentle touches, concerned words and sobs that had echoed from her own chest.

"Sohalia," she murmurs in recognition, memories scratching at the surface of her mind. She steps closer, and luckily it seems walking is the same as it was in the spirit realm. She elegantly lowers herself to her knees, reaching out her muzzle to where Sohalia has her face tucked beneath her wing, pressing the velvet of her lips behind the white ears. Withdrawing once more, she wondered if Sohalia could possibly see her, by some fate of the Gods. She begged for it to be true, if only so she could help her somehow, even from the realm she now inhabited. "Can you hear me, sister?" She has eyes only for her old friend, not for the lass that sidles up next to her.