Her arrival to this new land, Helovia is was called, left her with a fear in her heart, but gained her a friend. Well she guessed he was a friend, since they he had taken the time to help out the new soul, to protect her from the darkness that plagued. Yitilu was fearful of that darkness, feared it would get her, so she kept to the sanctuary the stallion had showed her. She remained here, but she did not remain stationary in a little area. No, no. Mare would explore, as was in her nature. Since she would not get to explore Helovia just yet, she would explore her new home.

Soft steps were taken, in an effort to remain hidden and secretive. For the unfriendlies could be lurking, and lass did not want to meet them, nor disturb anyone else for that matter. So she would try to be as quiet as she could, as she wandered through the cavernous expanse. It was mostly stone and fire, which she didn't mind so much, maybe the fire scared her. . .enough to have her being as close to the far wall as possible. Light blue eyes would cast towards those pits, lest they awaken and attack her. Luckily that has not happened, and wasn't looking like it was going to. Whilst she kept watch on the pits she was gazing over everything, ever bit of stone, every path that may lay around her.

Soon a path was taken, and the winged lass began to hear a soft voice. This voice was hushed, like they were whispering to something. It sparked a need to leave them be, but it also sparked a curiosity in her, which would overpower the need to leave them be, and drive her forward. Silently she walked, until a winged figure appeared before her, looking on towards something, what she could not see anymore, as his head fell, like the something was gone.

That winged figure was a stallion, and he had a saddened demeanor, which in turn saddened and concerned Yitilu, and she would step faster, making her presence known with the higher pitched sound hooves on stone made. Mare would make her way to him, stopping once she was in his presence, before her voice, soft like silk, and consumed by concern, would flow from her lips. "Hello there." She would start, then pause, well hesitate, fearful of a negative reaction, "You look saddened, may I ask why?" she would continue.

Her voice was echoed with that of a lighter hued lady, whom the winged mare had not seen, as she had been hidden by stone wall. She had the same concern that Yitilu had. Once both had spoke she would issue a little head nod, sheepish in nature, and a soft "Hello," would be issued, so as to not completely ignore the other. But all that was said to her then, was all the mare would say to her, until at least the stallion before both of them had answered, or spoken to them and departed before both mares had. Then and only then would Yitilu speak further with the lighter lady.