She was alone once more, taking to the skies once more – searching. She wasn’t sure what for, but it was a restless feeling, a product of her loneliness that ached in her wings. She broke away from the earth, to taste the endless freedom in the heavens above. Where no boundaries could suffocate her spirit, and all possibilities unraveled their weights – this was home away from home.  Her pillar, her rock, despite the tempest that lurked between the rough winds; Ru would learn her ways, become as ruthless and cunning as the gales. Perhaps as frightening as the lightning; would people notice her then? Would the sounds draw their ears, and their eyes to her silent mouth?
 
A soft sigh exited her dark maw, her breath catching against the strong winds shifting against her – shoving the weak breath back into her mouth. It was like choking, making her cough. She merely titled her head down to avoid the forceful streams. Lost, dissolved before it even filled the wavering voice behind it. Though it did not matter. Her tears would not change the way the world was, her isolation would only discourage others from drawing near. It may have been foolish then, to seek the Hidden Falls. Not knowing where exactly it lay, with only fuzzy memories as a guide.
 
On the other hand the work of getting there put her mind at ease. It was a restless day, clouds blotted the sky now and then; and she, the lonesome sparrow fluttered in and out of the chilling mist. Vapor covering the dun-skin yearling like a million, tiny crystals. Strangely, it was pleasant – the cold biting at your skin, with the wind to rage in your ears.  Hearing nothing, numbed and untouchable.
 
She followed the river closest to the Threshold, making her way north. Inevitably she gave in to fatigue, and drifted towards the edges of the Hidden Falls at its most southern borders. The girl made an easy landing upon a meadow, few trees present. A little hill that rolled further on to thicker forests, rivers and mists that lazily wafted ahead. After such a journey she shook herself of the ice and snow, spluttering off as much as she could. She continued further on, walking along the crest of said hill, and pausing on its rounded summit. A breeze of the softer type rolled on by, carrying the subtle hints of equine. It brought a twitch to her nose. She wondered what she would find there, in the Hidden Falls; if December would somehow catch her scent, or if they’d miss each other entirely. The thought of the heavy mare, large and strong, brought a faint smile to her lips. It seemed like ages ago, since she’d first broke into this Helovia. It was as if… nothing had really changed though. Except for the hardening of her heart, and the ever present, wistful ache in her bones – for which flying could only cure.
 
Right then, as she stood there simply embracing the terrain. The sun’s light shot out, basking the white of winter in a golden glow. It sparkled here, it was alive with a cold, welcoming burn in the eyes. As the wind twisted once more, the yearling girl lifted her head. Closing her coral eyes in delight of the wind kissing at her bare neck. The sting of the sun’s reflection causing her eyes to water, picked up by a brief and sudden gust.
 
At least she didn’t feel completely naked and ugly, with the sparse layer of white feathers converging on the spine of her neck. Not yet thick and full, still odd and growing in that strange body of her’s. Maybe one day she would feel right again.