She balked; she could smell other horses in the area. Many others had come this way. Her pearly pink nostrils flared as she inhaled the scents and she cast her luminescent gaze about, subtle movements of her ears picking up even the quietest of sounds. She did not feel at ease in an area which seemed to be a place of traffic for others. Her trip through the mountain pass had been quiet and solemn, without being lonely. She did not crave the companionship of others, though there had been a curiosity- driven by that hatural herd instinct- responsible for her coming this way. It had dug its spurs into her tender sides and had urged her forward, to the Threshold where she now stood. But she did not stay in that place for long.
The long-legged mare trotted back toward the forest, high-set tail swishing from side to side and her head lifted and slightly turned, to make sure she was not followed or chased. Into the shade-dappled forest she went, slowing to a quiet walk as she tucked her broad, glossy dragon-like wings against her sides. She was on full alert as she moved, pausing now and again when she heard a sound; the sylph was not frightened, merely aware that she would not likely pass through this area without some sort of confrontation. And she was not interested in putting herself in any sort of danger. Like a spectre she moved through the light and shadows, but a mere whisp of light herself drifting through the trees, iridescent pale, blue eyes searching, ever searching.