A distant call had the young mare's ears pricking curiously. The sharp voice piercing the atmosphere was familiar from a brief encounter seasons before, and yet somehow the grulla creature was able to put a face to the vocals. It was most peculiar for the lass to be able to do this, considering that prior to her joining the Asylum she could scarcely remember anything besides her own name. Not much had changed, of course, except everything that had happened since Seele meeting her at the Threshold was firmly in place in her mind. A new life. Releasing a sigh of content, the silver mare picked up a trot and navigated the area using her senses alone, for she had absolutely no clue where she was or where she was headed. There was much for her to catch up on, and apparently this applied to the land too because she was certain that the terrain had also changed. Her brow crinkled in frustration, as she grumbled slightly under her breath about her own incompetence and the stupidity of the meeting place, not that she really put her heart into the latter rant. Twitching her ears, she soon picked up on fresh scents through her flared nostrils, and broke out into an agile canter.

Following a surprisingly well worn path, Sonya soon found herself approaching a small gathering and automatically adjusted her gait to something slower and more cautious. She was not yet fully accustomed to being around large groups, especially of creatures she did not really know. Not that this group could really be described as large in terms of numbers. She was to be the sixth to arrive. Her dark eyes searched hard but there was no sign of Seele, something which automatically had her ears jamming back. Was there anyone else here that she knew well? Her eyes scanned over those gathered, her jog carrying her ever closer. Not a soul was at the rotunda that she could call a friend. Her muscles tensed. She felt silly for being so stressed out by meeting her own family once more, but there was something wrong about this gathering. For starters, she never got here early. She had no idea where she was going and yet she seemed to be one of the first ones to arrive. And then the meeting place. Sure it was beautiful but why so far away from the rocky place with the pretty rainbows? The young femme may have said something had she not caught site of the stained glass roof. The colours that were being created on the floor below, where the ones she knew as Eris and Circuta stood, mesmerized her completely. Brown orbs lightened as she approached more keenly now, her head lowering as she watched, absorbed in her own little world, the patterns that formed on the ground perform their show and admired the vibrant hues of each shape. An appreciative snort escaped her nose boldly, ears creeping forwards in an inquisitive way.

During the time of her noticing the domed roof and losing herself in the array of colours, she had reached the small group and it was only upon being bombarded by scents, and nearly walking into one she thought was called Agrona, that she was brought back to reality and, a touch sheepishly, lifted her head. Edging around the mare, the ghostly pelted lass found her own place to stand. Not knowing what else to do, she politely inclined her head to Eris in greeting, and acknowledged the others with a small smile. Her lips parted to speak but no words cascaded from her mouth, so she hastily shut it again and stood quietly, impassively. Fading into the shadows was something she was getting good at.