The Threshold is less choked with trees than the area around the Blood Falls where Seanan had been wont to linger of late.  A white wraith, he drifted here and there, aimless as the wind.  In truth he was looking because technically now he was supposed to be a healer, if a poor one.  But his herd had it's share of migrants and one of those had been an herb woman of some skill.  She had taught him, in his infant curiosity, and described some of the plants from her homeland she used in healing.  Despite her vast skill, she had to re-learn much to adequately use the scarce flora of the desert.  Her homeland as he recalled, could not have been much different than Helovia and already he had made note of where some certain herbs and trees grew, tentatively naming him as he racked his brain for the distant lessons.

Willow

Marigold

Foxglove

And thus it went, until the noise of voices catches his ears.  The pale stallion lifts his head from his inspection of some low growing plant- clover.  For a moment he stands still and silent, not even a twitch of his thin tail.  His ears train towards the direction of the voices and carefully, delicately, he begins to move towards them.  His long limbs stretch into an easy amble that looks as though it should trip him and yet is equally graceful, in an odd sort of way.  Within moments he is in sight of the chestnut mare and her... companions.

He stops short, fore hooves braced in front of him and knees locked.  White flashes around the rosy iris of his eyes.  They were speaking, the three.  Two children, so fragile in the solitude of the wilderness.  His coat jumped and trembled from the nerves beneath it.  The sight of the intricately marked mare steeled his resolve somewhat.  Had he not been lingering on the Threshold once before?  So, with some hesitation, he approached a few steps closer.  Are you lost?  Hadn't the son of the desert asked him the same?  

He closes the distance to the little group as the chestnut mare finishes speaking.  He stops perhaps a little farther away than is normal, and stayed well to the side to keep as much space as possible between himself and the fillies without making conversation impossible.  

"It seems that many come to Helovia for that reason."  His voice is soft, a it high pitched for his great, gaunt frame.  "Are you simply passing through or seeking shelter here?"

His eyes shift briefly to the two fillies and his ears lay back uncertainly.  Tension vibrates through his long body.  

OOC:// Seanan is here representing The Unbound, an Outcast group.  @Paradox