Onni had always been blessed with her grace upon the ground. Her movements were easy, smooth, as she stepped through the forest of the Threshold. Her mother was fighting in a war at the moment, one that was not hers. The tobiano appreciated the loyalty the silver bay showed toward the Qian, a repayment for their irreplaceable help during the invasion of the Throat, but the pegasus couldn't steel the worry in her heart. After all, the Order of the Sun were peaceable equines, who did not fight back against the raid. The unicorns of the Edge, if Onni was to judge by Mauja, would not so easily yield to an invading force.

The thought that her herdmates, her mother, could be injured or possibly killed made her heart beat in her chest so hard that she felt queezy. Her head wanted to spin wildly, but the painted girl ushered her thoughts elsewhere, which is why she walked so calmly through the forest of the Threshold now. Still, behind her serene blue eyes the argument of with Kri played again and again. Her mother knew of her training with Voltaic, knew of her skill of fighting, but Onni turned away from war. The mare could not invade a herd, could not bring such disruption to the life of others. Becoming a healer had turned Onni's heart, making her abilities such that she would do no harm, unless she was defending those she loved.

Her heart had never been one to handle war easily. She was thankful the Sun God has opened her eyes to the beauty of healing.

The crack of tree limbs causes Onni to snap from her thoughts, hearing her mother's voice being swallowed as her attention shifts. The sound of hoofbeats, a skid, Onni's ears perk forward to gain direction in the Orangemoon forest. When they settle on the heavy breathing of another, Onni's body quickly canters over, swinging around a mess of trees until she pops into a small clearing, her light blue eyes scanning quickly. The figure of another slides into her peripherals, and she slows to a trot as she approaches the dark figure, decorated with wings, chiding himself quietly. A golden laugh rings from Onni's lips as her pale face lights in delight.

"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. Forests aren't ideal for our kind," a smile rests easily on her lips, but there is still a cloud lingering behind blue eyes. A cloud of worry.