The ice arch of Helovia always held a certain allure to the gilded femme, her hooves making delicate clinks and chimes along the hard, frozen ground. The winter season had drawn all the ferocity of the chill out of the frozen expanse, making even the frigid Basin seem to be an oasis of sorts, but the pristine blue ice was so beautiful in the late afternoon sunlight that Illynx could ignore the goosebumps besieging her body in an attempt to keep her warm. The ocean made a lovely backdrop of noise over the music of her gold dipped limbs, tiny diamonds of ice clinging to her banners and catching the light as it rippled in behind her, the deeply bay mare making way into the largest of the hallowed ice caverns.

She expected to run into some of the Basin members here, this being the closest location to the Basin besides the mountains themselves, and while she hadn't come looking for company, she found that today, she surprisingly wouldn't mind a bit of conversation. She had been away too long, and much had occurred in her absence that she felt obligated to catch up on; she also knew that her rank in the herd wouldn't mean much if others had no idea who she was. There was the odd chance that she would be bothered by a hornless or a feathered mutant, but she was willing to risk it as she walked deeper into the ice tunnel, turning about to face the brightly lit mouth about twenty yards in, her golden gaze tracing the lustrous blue tones of the slick walls around her. She was careful as she turned and with every step, knowing that with the slightest mishap she could come crashing down onto the compacted ice floor; but so used to frozen terrain was she that it was almost second nature to take every step with caution, the mare nearly silent in situations that called for it, though most of the time she moved with assurance that she wasn't in any heightened danger.

And so she stood, framed in pale light as it trailed down the cavern, deciding to examine the walls as she waited for whatever would happen today - perhaps nothing, but if no one came to call upon her, she still found that it would not have been a wasted excursion to admire the beauty of the place she had once fled.