Today was going to be the day. They had discussed it, and the decision was not an easy one to make. But then it had to come eventually – she knew it all along. They both had children back in their old home and family members that they needed to take care of, to look after and make sure that they were doing well. Every day she spent in Helovia was one filled with excitement and magic but there was always regret there. It did not even linger on the edges, it was blaring right in the front of her mind. Every happy memory that she was creating shadowed and drained just a little bit more every day.

Her son, her beautiful son. If Sasha was gone for good this time, their son was the one thing she had of him – minus the memories – and that connection only made her love the not-so-little colt even more. Oh how she worried about how much he had grown in her absence. Would he be able to out race her now? Could he fly well? Did he hate her for leaving?

The magic of Helovia could not stop those thoughts – there was only one thing to be done.

As they drew closer to the Edge – that beautiful glass wall rising through the trees and hills – Alysanne cast a look to Miykael, hoping for a little bit of encouragement, and of course receiving it. He was there for her, her friend and her guide, and they were in this together. She wasn’t so sure she’d be able to leave on her own had he not shown up – as much ambition as she had to get back to Nocturne she had gotten used to the fact that she was hopeless with directions. She’d probably spend years trying to find it again!

Her large wings hugged her sides tightly, comforting herself as she turned to the mare at her side. She felt dreadful but she knew this was right. They had to leave. She had been quiet since leaving the Foothills but she spoke up now – a little quiver in her voice though she fought to settle it down. It was not so terrible as that, was it? This was not forever. “Kahlua? Do mind if we stop here for a minute, we have something we need to talk to you about.” Vague, perhaps, though she had a feeling that Kahlua would guess the meaning.

It was hard to maintain a smile now but she managed, if only so that the whole thing would not seem like some great and terrible thing. Alysanne had never been a rather big fan of goodbyes and she had grown so fond of the cheerful mare. Although she knew that the subject had been breached before with Kahlua – indeed, since they first met – it still felt hard now that the day was finally upon them.

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@[Kahlua], Miykael. Hope you don't mind me getting this going even though the delivery thread isn't quite finished! Just wanted to see if we could get this moving before the SWP gets bigger :)