So this is Helovia. The chestnut pegasus casts her gaze about the forest, a small smile on her lips. Nothing so special or different yet; this is a wood like any other. She has been in dozens like it, wandering carefree with her parents.
But her parents aren't with her now, and though there is a small ache of missing them in her chest, Sasha is thrilled by her new independence. I am a mare grown now, ready to find a proud stallion and birth my own babies.
Sasha strides confidently over the mossy forest floor, softly singing under her breath, a song her father sang just for her when she was a tiny filly:
Sweet little bird in your little nest
Of all the birdies I love you best
Eyes of jade and wings of red
May sweet dreams pass through your head
Sweet little birdie, stay close today
For 'tis not too long 'til you fly away
And fly away she has, to a new land full of delicious possibilities.