Trotting at a fast pace, her strong, tall body gracefully swaying side to rhythm of each hoof beat, the white fae made her way through tall grass. It was time to enter the forest that was starting to grow on her, in a good way, alluring her to come everyday. Swishing her golden brown tail, Accalia fought to make it through the tall grass that was on the fringes of the Threshold forest. At last, she made it out of the weeds grasp, plunging into the forest she treasured so greatly now a days. Glad that the plant's grasp was no longer over her, she fluidly moved through the woods, shining bright white with the light filtering down from the canopy shielding her. Now the fae truly did look like a ghost traveling in the serene forest.

There was a point where everything seemed to quiet down. Not a single sound was heard, no chirps from the birds, not a rustle of leaves caught in the wind. It was deathly silent. Slightly unerved by this, Accalia slowed down her fast pace, watchfully looking at everything around her. It felt...different. But the silence was cut short with the birds were back to their joyful songs, though it was far from the time of Birdsong.

Flicking her ears forwards, the fae started drifting off into a dreamland where everything worked out for her. Shutting her red brown eyes, she dream about herself and the Assassins being out in fields of green, splattered with flowers here and there, surrounded by a slight breeze curling their manes and tail. In that picture, they were smiling and carefree with not a care in the world. It was beautiful. The peacefulness, no violence to be seen. It was Accalia's dream come true.

Now her thoughts focused on more important matters. What about the World's Edge? She had heard that Ignita was still held prisoner by the horses. Accalia had also met two of the members, and watched the fight unfurl between the two male stallions and the leader of their band. Though she was devoted to the group, Assassins, she felt no hatred towards the World's Edge. They had never wronged her, just the girl's herd, and the fae was not the type to start fights despite her short temper.

Approaching a place where the trees grew thicker, and their high tops covered the sky completely, the ghostly fae sensed another near. Inhaling a scent of another, the youthful girl approached them with kind, bright eyes. A voice sounded from the youthful filly, a mere whisper yet powerful and strong. With another polite glance, she softly spoke, yet with the same power that the filly possessed. "Hello, I am Accalia of the Assassins", she flicked her tail nervously, awaiting a reply from either of them. She felt it too early to invite either of them to the Assassins band.