Irrydae had watched the sun rise, the bright colors causing the deep, dark shadows of night to draw back and fade. It was time. The heat had picked up quickly and a slight sheen formed upon the chocolate and purple pelt, creamy tresses sticking to her figure. She watched the sun, indirectly, for awhile before making her way to the trail she had arrived here on. She had met Tingal, the tiger horse hybrid, and he sure was interesting. Her thoughts lingered on him and she smiled slightly before working her way down the mountainside on the trail, moving slowly at first, the fog making everything, except her own nose, invisible. She scuffles along until she reaches the bottom where she can see again.

Irrydae still has awhile until she will reach the edge of the Foothills if she had been told correctly. She pushes off the ground, in a flat out run. Legs pumping, wind whipping her hair back, gold tinted flints dig deep into the ground as a nicker escapes her throat and gets lost behind her. Her muscles ache from fatigue but she continues on, only slowing when she reaches the edge of the land- the scents changing, nares flaring as she takes it all in.

She breathes deeply, chest heaving, standing still. She is taking the next step. Her time as an outcast was, hopefully, soon to be over. Golden pools graze the landscape, building her courage. She had heard of the invasion from the group they called The Grey, though she did not know the outcome. Irrydae was hoping for the best as she crossed into the Windtossed Foothills- and the memory of the time she crossed into the Threshold fills her mind. Evers and Insanity had greeted her, a few others also there from other herds, to try and get her to join the Foothills. Evers had been the Chief when he asked- was he still? The star-speckled mare is more confident now since entering Helovia, and she stands here what you could say was proudly, while when she arrived she would be standing cowardly. Irry pauses and from the tips of her wings, Aurora Borealis appears and takes the rough shape of a horse- it looks like her mother. The figure smiles at her and tosses it's head further into the land, encouraging her on. Irrydae raises her head and sets off at a easy trot, the figure disappearing into nothing.

The scents are rich and new, unknown. Irry does not know exactly what to do now, or where to go, so she stands out in the open. Her figure is relaxed and non-challenging, though her head is held proudly and her eyes gleam excitedly. She snorts quietly before nickering and hoping someone will hear her. It was now mid-day, or maybe even the first minutes of afternoon, and it seems like minutes ago that she had left the Thistle Meadow. She pushes her wings from her body, stretching them slightly. They feel stiff. She could have used them to fly here instead of running but she had chosen to run- even though flying would have been faster. She wasn't exactly sure why she had chosen running over flying, but it had got her here all the same.


[ ooc ; gaaah sorry for the bad quality- starting posts with her have seemed to be a bit rusty ]