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.