Chaotic thoughts were subdued in the mare's mind, but not without a highly taxing amount of effort. It had been many days now yet still the female was unable to break free from the wild notions that haunting voice provided. The tone of the lyrics, the way the syllables caressed her skull with dangerously tender touches. It scared her senseless sometimes. But there was no escaping it. There was something about Tallsun that made her capable of suppressing the words to the back of her mind where it could be caged for a while, but how long she would remain as a shadow of her former self was unknown. The effects of the weather can only ever be temporary. Today, however, was about trying to get a grasp on reality and to forget about her troublesome nightmare. The silver femme wished to make the most of her momentary peace. To do this she decided to trace her hoof prints; to go back where her journey on Helovia began. The Threshold.

The forest path was very different to when she had first arrived, when the Sun was hidden and the ground was snowy. She had awoken to find herself unsuited to the chilled environment. There was little change in her body from then and now coat wise, yet this time of year she was much better adjusted. The summer pelt she had when she arrived would have fitted in perfectly, and she aimlessly wondered if she knew what the season had control of Helovia when she set out to arrive here. Shaking her head and sighing a little, the mare lifted her hind legs off the ground to give a little buck before allowing momentum to carry her nicely into a slow, extended canter. Dark eyes took in the surrounding trees as she passed the foliage, her ghostly figure melting into the shadows but also being lit up when the canopy above her permitted the skies to peek through. Her radars moved freely, listening to the familiar sounds of birdsong but also searching for any equine noises. A noise like that would mean a distraction. A distraction would ensure her happiness. Besides, when was the last time she met anyone willingly?

As though her prayer was being answered, the soft syllables of a stranger were carried along the leaves to whisper in her ears "is anyone here?" It was the only invitation she needed. Winding her body precisely around a nearby tree, she altered her direction and slowed her gait to a trot. A spark entered her eyes at the prospect of coming across someone who may well be new to these lands, someone whom she could help maybe a little. That would certainly make her feel better, the attention and concern being on someone else. Prancing contently through the woodland, the grulla lass kept her ears firmly focused on the area where she had heard the voice come from. She had not travelled all that far, only a few minutes at most, when she heard the distant echo of another voice. Another equine. The words from the second creature were not quite as audible, but Sonya was able to gather enough information that the lyrics were in reply to the first snippet of language she heard. The path twisted and in the distance the two became visible. Quietly, the mare crept ever closer trying to keep her own identity concealed whilst regarding the horse and the pegasus in front of her.

Eventually, her legs ceased their moving as she lingered in the shadows behind a wide tree trunk, curiously watching. The figures had emerged into plain site but the silver essa did not yet want to be seen. Oh, it wasn't a case of being in control of a situation. No, it was simply knowing where she would fit in. Sonya is a member of the Asylum, a group often referred to as the band of crazies. Whilst she was lesser known, there was always a chance that whichever one of them, if one of them, resided on Helovia that she would be recognised and judged for it. She feared her association with the group would lead to her being an Outcast even here. Inhaling deeply, Sonya plucked up the courage and moved seamlessly from behind the large tree back onto the path, heading towards the couple. "Hello there," she spoke as warmly as she could, her curious but cautious gaze drifting over the two of them as her frame brought her ever closer. Finally she halted and regarded them both for a second before more words fell from her maw. "My name is Sonya," her head lowered towards her ground, stopping when her muzzle was roughly level with her knees before lifted her skull again. It was the best introduction she could think of. Now to wait and see if it was enough.

Relief flooded through the mare's body as both of these females accepted her presence without showing any outward signs of hostility. Without even thinking about it she allowed a sigh to pass over her dark lips, as her body visibly relaxed. Her false tension-free stance became real, any remaining doubt about rejection trickling away. The other equine seems happy to see the grey lass, and her reaction resulted in the silver girl's eyes brightening just a touch. This was the first time someone had seemed happy to see her in such a long time, and it most definitely made a welcome change. The equine repeated her, Sonya's name, before introducing herself. Not much more that a second after, the pegasus also revealed her name. "It is a pleasure to meet you both," she bobbed her head slightly, her voice sincere and warm. There was a certain thrill from meeting new creatures now that she was actually doing it. Without any racist or sexist views to ruin the gathering, the grrulla pelted horse could even say she was happy. A smile started to grace her lips, as she listened to the next words to pour from the pegasus' maw.

At the mention of the Asylum the mare's heart skipped a beat. The Asylum to her meant safety. She knew they resided in the Falls, Midas had told her when she had wondered there, but it felt good to be told by someone who was a member. As she cast her mind back, Sonya tried to picture Elsa in the group... A slight frown crinkled her brow. She did not recognise her... She must have joined during her time away from the group, which was unnerving. Or Sonya had not paid enough attention and her memory was failing her. How many new faces were there? How many were gone? Her stomach churned. Seele was one of the leaders of the Falls, so there would be someone there that she liked and knew at least. What about Arlo? She had grown quite fond of him, but she had not heard his name or smelt his masculine scent in so long... In truth she sort of missed him. He had been one of the few to show kindness to her, even offering to teach her how to fight. But that was a long time ago. Brushing the thoughts aside, she let Dröm answer first. Ears flickered backwards slightly as the chestnut questioned the Asylum. Sonya rather liked the flaxen lass and did not want her associations to the group spoiling a potential friendship. The corners of her mouth dropped soon after her mind entered this turmoil. She was still mulling things over when she received a look from the femme, indicating the baton was being passed over.

"I would be most indebted to you if you found me a place in the Falls," she inclined her head politely, accepting the offer without a hesitation. It would be good to feel like she belonged somewhere, to be with her own kind. Midas and Seele were both respectable and trustworthy in her opinion, and the Asylum would not turn on her. A smile formed back on her muzzle as she looked back to Dröm. "The Asylum would never hurt their sister, and I will stand beside you," she spoke softly, trying to reassure the mare. Admitting she was one of the Asylum had not been her intention but she could sympathise and to some degree empathise with this mare. Sonya wanted to protect her. She didn't delve any further into how the Asylum wouldn't randomly attack someone in the same herd, especially when not all of the herd would be one of the crazies. Besides, Elsa would have her own answer too.