The rugged mountains were a welcome sight to her eyes. Long she had seen nothing but stretches and stretches of red desert with its rocky outcrops. Silver eyes could not look long from their carved faces she found comfort in. If she had strength she would have ran all the way, but knew that was another foolish want. The red maned was all about making choices cautiously. Home, to be so close and yet so far away. The lady's heart yearned to be back. Taste the crisp grass of the tundra. Have no one above her but the towering peaks. Where she could rest in familiar confines of her cave, and perhaps see if her items had returned. Where at last she could know what had transpired in her absence. A heavy sigh dove from her lips, her patched legs keeping their steadfast walk. It was great to see the plain of familiar white, each step another pull closer. The same time it was maddening how far she had to conquer till reaching the Kingdom of Unicorns.

Time of it all she ended up simply humming, and finding points against white she could reach. Pattern became just to that rock, just to that bush, and than over to that poor flower. It became something she could mark her progress, and hold onto the remains of her sanity. Greatly, she hoped returning home might kill some of the loneliness that gnawed her. She wouldn't deny how she anxious she started to feel when trying to imagine the stories she did not know. How was Lady Psyche? Was anyone else harmed? Were their spirits broken, as hers had been? The red maned knew they had not conquered the Edg, and was trying to prepare herself mentally for what she would face. It was a natural defense mechanism. Prepare for the worst. The worst would have been the Basin belonging to the hordes of the Qian or Throat. No such words had pressed in her ears. What would be the next terrible thing to return home to?

Despite the imaginative images of a golden dragonlady blowing fire, while her minions stormed the woods, and that copies upon copies of Basin Unicorns fighting themselves she had no idea of the changes. They would not be written plainly as the ones upon her skin. With a frown, and the pattern of her breath normal she nudged herself into a trot. She did not know there was a friend and possible enemy yards ahead. No, they would not yet appear in her sight, and she theirs.