After escaping Leander she had did her best to pursue new numbers. Aware her herd was still loyally remaining together, she wanted to straighten out some issues within herself before gathering with them once again. This was a cause now, and it fueled her for a reason to exist, a drive, a want, a need. Already her mind was cranking, and turning out ideas and plans. She had had enough of damned equines taking her home by their empty reasons. And the red maned wanted to do her part.


She worked her way through the cold, leading Tolio along the paths of her fellow unicorns. Easy was not in her vocabulary as she slowly jogged. Her hoove clipped through the frozen terrain, her body still trying to rapidly heal. It was seeming to take forever.

The wound at her shouler was a bit of an awful mess, much as she tried keeping it clean, it oozed both blood, and at times a nasty smokey colored liquid. The skin had patched itself to a point but, she had a nice jagged line revealing her flesh. Her burns were likely the worst. They were cast on her right where scaly patches of skin dawned her withers, part of her back, along four of her ribs. It had hardened to a point, but it wasn't as elastic as her unharmed skin, and did not care for her movement. Times there was crimson drops leaking from it from being opened. It did not slow her progress. The lady's motions were quick, but strange as she seemed to try not to stretch her core. All was not bad, the small hole in her neck, despite how she could not see it was least wanting to close.

The more steps they took, the more the landscape changed to a dominant white. They still had a ways to venture, and she looked to Tolio. "This is where we try to stay collected, least for now since it is not exactly a place where everyone flocks," she offered to the dotted stallion, hoping to add some clarity to the situation.

Continuing onward, the cold started to strengthen it's grip and Faelene would press her ears to her head. She tried to listen if he spoke, and remain aware of their surroundings, sometimes stopping to check there was no spies, or fellow Unicorns. It was only the two of them, and it kept her thoughts calm, and focused. If only her hair would grow back, she was warm except for ironically where burning wings had clipped her.

Soon there work was worth it, and her dark eyes looked to the tall mountain faces. She followed the range, and was welcomed by the sea. It was here they had first gathered, and where she would halt. With ragged breaths she took her time to collect her wind letting her companion do the same. It was better to be prepared, and in a good state for a better expression. (Though she wasn't too concerned Tolio wouldn't fit in.) With a proud rise of her head, she let out an alto whinny for Mauja to meet her, and she waited.