Once more she had meandered from the path set out before her, lost on her way to finding the one thing she was after. She would have to reach the throat if there was ever any hope of progressing that task. But it was night, and though she shone brilliantly as if her own guiding light, she had little vision to offer her direction. She chose to fly instead of walk, her wings outstretched far and wide as the chilled night air made her feel a peace she hadn't in some time.

She wondered if getting her memories back was really worth all the effort she made others do for her, all the encumbersome help she required. She wasn't even certain anything would change, if it would make a difference; but that night she sighed and turned her attentions toward the ground in hopes of seeing green blend into sand.

What she came across, though, was nothing of the sort.

Below on the ground was a mass of confusion and activity, and she observed from the sky for a moment. The gathered equines--some horned, which sent shivers over her body--were surrounding a sparking orb that traveled at great speed toward what was becoming a solid wall. They were trying to stop it? She hesitated, wings stroking to keep her in place, unsure whether to help or keep flying. She had no magic, how was she to...?

An idea struck her much like the orb had done to the eagle. She would worry about being captured by the unicorns after the ordeal was over; then, however, it was her duty to help those of her land.
She aimed herself downward and propelled her body to the ground, pulling up short before reaching the grasses and standing directly in front of the wall being built. She nodded to those around her that would see, indicating that her only intentions were to help and she meant no threat. With her body fully aglow and lightning arcing between her stars, she hoped to be a homing beacon for the orb that moved straight. If she could somehow guide it toward her and jump out of the way quick enough it might hit the wall and cease its escapade. She prepared for her escape plan, legs bunched and wings spread wide. While the spirit-apparition tried to keep the orb from dodging up, surely there would be no other path for it to take?
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