Exhausted. The long distance between the threshold and the snow covered peaks was a lot longer than she remembered. But, the temperature change was welcoming. The painted mistress had always favored the cold, and it was the heat that made her remember the Basin. She had only come once, running into the lead stallion at the time, Deimos. She did wonder, if any of the childhood acquaintances still lived within its icy borders. Continuing, she lingered on the names of those she used to know. Her half brother, Adelric or Aeolus,  Erebos, Zünden. What had become of them or did they even remember her name, her face? Perhaps none of that mattered anymore. She is bothered by the fact, that her welcoming party ended in a rather off note, the mention of her mother, not bound by blood- but more of a mother than her actual dam ever could have been. Instead she fled from the threshold, she didn't want to know what had become of her mother, and she left the group standing in the mud. And even though she fled, the memories haunted her Chased her.

Heavily, her hooves sloshed about in soft snow. Skin soaked in sweat, lungs on fire with the embrace of the chill flooding them. Muscles ache from traveling so much within the last few days. Velvet lips skimmed the surface of the frozen liquid, nibbling about to quench her thirst. Ice stinging her teeth as they grind against the frozen granules. She knew better than to enter a heard-land unwelcome, unattended. The merciless sentinel still towering over the entrance, guarding it's post. Tiredly glancing over her legs, noticing the mud stained ivory patches she rolled her eyes. Those mares in the threshold were irritating. They had no respect for pure beauty.

Realizing she couldn't appear upon the borders looking like a hot mess, she ventured out a ways into the ice glazed puddle near by. Hooves crunch in the frost covered ground, thrashing out hopelessly to find something clear or deep enough to roll in. To rinse herself clean. But to no avail, she turned up empty handed. "UGH" Her voice tarnished in anger and frustration as violet pools glance from side to side in search of a good spot. Her eyes resting upon a blue horizon, the ocean. Tired limbs pushed off in a quick trot, sloshing through frosted twigs quickly turning to cold mushy sands dusted in white.

She paused at the waters edge, the waves gently hissing at her feet beckoning her to come in. Dual toned lobes flip back into her dirtied locks. Bracing herself she shoved forth, hooves hitting the waters surface like bricks. Violet eyes widen to the cold, nostrils flare in a squeal of what almost seemed like pain. But oh the price of beauty.

She fell, the mud rinsing from her bodice as the waves licked over her skin. Quickly, she stood in a panic as she danced to the shoreline, shaking herself free. Steam pumping from her nostrils as she did her best to keep calm, collected. Fuck that. "Al-all-ll, C-c-c-cleean." She stuttered with a chill, droplets rolling down her cheeks and falling to the floor.

Onyx whipcord snap wildly to rid of the dampness, nape in a constant vibration as the cold bites her skin. Perhaps within the borders, there would be some place.. warm. She moved, eyes vibrant and determined. Nearing the borders of the basin, a shuttered call erupts through her muzzle. One of announcement, she knew they would come eventually, though for her sake the sooner the better. She paused just before the sentinels, respecting the boundaries. Her coat shimmering, steaming from the mixture of temperatures. For a single moment, violet eyes close and poll lowers, as flames burst and flicker upon her skin. It wasn't in a threatening pose, but simply to aid her in 'drying off'. As quickly as they came, they faded away and violet eyes arose alive and refreshed.  

'It's good to be home.'