It had been quite the spectacle back in the Threshold, and while the Guardian shared similar thoughts toward their three new herd members, she tried to remain somewhat positive — everybody started somewhere. Besides, despite having watched the blue mare all but change from her cool hues to a blushed pink, the small bits of banter she allowed herself to indulge in had been quite fun. Ralik's retort had kept her in an amused mood as they headed south, before she'd taken it upon herself to occasionally fly off and scout the area ahead of them. It'd be no good getting three new members if they couldn't even escort them safely to their new home, which begged the question, what would they do when they finally touched down on the sandy shores? Ralik and Tarik appeared sturdy enough to withstand a blow or three, if they could do it when drunk? It'd be something she'd have to see to believe. Huldra on the other hand, didn't strike her as the kind of mare to get roughed up and ready — neither did she strike her as the mare to take to a craft nor the divine rites.

If any place could turn three drunkards into semi-functioning members of society, she'd say the Dragon's Throat had a decent chance at it.

As they approached the mainland, she landed beside Sohalia with a nod toward the pale mare, her wings remained stretched outward — ready to take flight once more at a moments notice. "Feels good to be home, doesn't it?" She mused with a smile, odd eyes bright and fixated on the island and then to the flame wreathed bridge Sohalia had summoned for their new members. She'd never needed to use it herself, and while she'd been tempted through her pregnancy, she hadn't caved to simply being ferried back and forth as she pleased. An ear flicked toward Tarik when he turned down the option of the bridge, a questionable look glanced toward the pale dove at her side, a look which screamed 'how else were they going to get across? Swim?' Now that would be funny.

Whatever reservation he apparently had soon dissipated with a jovial quip that the flaming bridge of mystery would do, she laughed. "A fine choice, here I thought we'd have to wrangle everybody together to pull you from the waves." The chimeric mare snorted with a slight shake of her head. "I will go ahead and wait for you on the other side, don't worry, the flames don't bite, I promise." A wink was directed at Ralik as she took to the air again, mismatched wings carried her across like great sails on the ships she'd heard about as she'd traveled outside of Helovia's borders.



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