Iona didn’t know what the hell to think anymore.  It was evident this place was so seeped in history and bloodlines that she both knew nothing of and cared little about.  Everything that Aly had told her was true, but she hadn’t mentioned anything about battles gods from other worlds, dangerous glass walls, and god knows what else.  Obviously, she should have come sooner.  After what she’d seen since she’d set foot in these borders she was even more proud of her quiet sister for learning to thrive in these lands.  
 
The pegasus let out a soft huff as she flew just over the shoreline, casually dipping lower to drag a single hoof in the foamy water as she went. She felt like everything about her screamed ‘outsider’ even though she felt that, all things considered, she had adapted rather quickly.  The Edge wasn’t just Aly’s home anymore - wasn’t some mythical place that her twin had disappeared to.  It was real and it was just as much her own home now.
 
The only allegiance she had in this new world was to the Edge.  This was the land that she had committed to memory from Aly’s stories  - the memories she had treasured most when she found herself missing her twin.  These cliffs that contained all that remained of her family.  So, she supposed, this is where her loyalty was bound now.  The Edge grew so much larger in her memories than in person, though she found that reality was not disappointing in the slightest.
 
Iona angled as the wind shifted and made for the shore, stepping back to the earth as casually as ever.  The painted mare folded her black wings tightly against her sides and made for the forest with a soft huff.   She was surprised to find another dark figure hidden in the shadow of the tree.  Iona’s guard was up immediately (but when wasn’t it, really), when she drew nearer to the stallion.  She couldn’t quite make sense of what she was seeing, she didn’t know many that could safely navigate these waters.  She’d flown over them enough. “Did you fall in?” she asked, with basically no decorum, and a gesture to the water back over her shoulder.  Her bright green eyes were wary, but not cold. “I’m Iona.  Who are you.”  She watched him closely, gauging his reaction. It had been some time since she'd seen a creature like him.  It's not that unicorns were a rare sight in Helovia, but he certainly seemed built for a different climate entirely with all that hair.  Maybe she'd misjudged him entirely - maybe he hadn't accomplished an impressive feat of cliff-diving like she'd first suspected and was more into grooming all that hair, if you know what I mean.  She'd just have to wait and see.