There isn't anything more beautiful than the sounds of the wind whispering into the trees, or the bird singing. The way those voices mixed together, ancient and new. Voices of past and present sang to keen ears, and a soothing effect washed over a nervous lady. These nerves drove the mare to walk instead of fly, for fear of falling, loosing her ability to maintain flight, and those gold wings of hers buckling under the pressure and the myth descending upon new lands. So the ground was her companion this evening. The ground and the songs of ancient and new.

Yitilu is her name, and she is a traveler. She is a new soul venturing onto new land. She is a pegasus, a myth of ground and sky, a stunning sculpture with a caring personality. Always had the needs of others outweighed the her own, and always shall it continue.

This lass was almost there, the Threshold. She began to imagine what inhabited this land. What mysterious forces may be, so that stories told painted a paradise in her mind. These thoughts drove uneasy steps to quicken, and the winged equine was running now, moving over grassed landscape like it were the sky she flew in, that smooth and easy field to move in. Almost there. She was almost there now, and the thoughts grew stronger, driving those limbs of hers to move quicker.

Then after what seemed like ages the pale hued mare with the shimmering gold wings and the rose hued mane and tail, stopped and stood just before entering the threshold. It was like she could see the dividing line, and she was hesitant to cross it. It was exhilarating to be standing outside her new home, looking inside for the first time, everything was in such vibrant colors. The allure of something new before her, made its beauty greater. And these light blue eyes of her's were looking at something unknown and new, and it was stunning. Although the mare was excited to be in a new place, she was apprehensive as well. What if things are but an illusion and it is not as it was made out to be, nor was it like she imagined? What if it held horrors? Yitilu was hesitant, nervous to take that first step.

But she did.

Yes, with a lot of effort and reassurance the pegasus lady was wandering into the threshold. Head was cast about as gaze shot over everything, exploring, and searching even. In her mind seeing everything was at the forefront, but still that fear that it was not as pleasant as it sounded was ever present. She managed to keep that fear at bay, and her posture was once again excited and happy. Then wings would open to lift her, and farther and faster she would venture. Enjoying the scenery and the airspace, like it was any different from any other air. Such a child-like demeanor came over the mare. She was like a kid in a candy store so to speak.