The heat she had encountered on her journey here was losing it's force. It was a natural sign of change in the weather to ready for new season, she seemed to think it was something else. She had not been bold enough to ask to confirm her assumptions, not that she knew who to talk to. She had thought about Descaro, she held back. He had brought her here, that did not make him obligated to talk to her. So she kept a weary eye on her surroundings, trying to improve how much of her home she could remember. First lesson was why it was called the World's Edge. They lived on a high outcrop above the crashing see, and if she did not remember one fine fog day she would simply walk off into thin air. She often avoided the outer layer of the kingdom. She preferred the forest with it's darkness, and closed spaces. It was easy to pretend there was nothing beyond the wall of brown and green. Sometimes she wanted to explore beyond it, the rest of Helovia lands.

It were the sun was making it's way west, and she was not about to wander in the night again. She continued lurking through the cool forest, her steps only dull thuds. With the drop of sunlight, the light fading into a orange glow, she was half wondering what she should do with herself when she heard the King's call. This was not a voluntary order, it was a must. There was no reason to be worried, she had waited for this and was ready to go. Tossing her ebon mask she let out a snort of built energy, and immediately set into a canter. Triangle points atop her head, she easily navigated the twists and turns to her King.

The chill air of the coming night brushed against her muscles, running smoothly across her flanks. She breathed it in deep, loving the cold as it shot through her body, she was made for the harsher months of winter, not summer. She urged her legs faster up the rising slope, the scents of stallions pressed in her flared nostrils. She had met only one. Charcoal eyes seem to perk up with her curiosity she trotted over to the three brutes. Briefly she let sight of them feel her gaze, but directed her attention to the one who had called. She curled her neck, tipping her muzzle downward in a respectful bow. Raising it heaven bound, she steadily blinked looking around the short gathering. "Good evening," she offered, before drifting backward to let the rest of the herd fall in.