The harlequined damsel had grown restless in her social stagnation. She was a creature of extravert; a social being, and being confined to such reclusive throttles and conduits had caused her to become a bit stir crazy. She was tired of being so pitiful, so self-loathing, dwelling on the losses she'd endured. Such a thing was not healthy and certainly it would do nothing to bring back what had been lost, thrust violently into an abyss of endless oblivion. What had been done, was finished. Isilme would be, never again. Regardless, that wondrous place would always be her one true home. She could not ignore that fact.

This land hardly held a candle to the grandeur of her magnificent, russet cliffs, but it provided a place of refuge, none the less. It was a channel she could utilize to convalesce her mourning. She had yet to familiarize herself with her fellow herd-mates, though it was not necessarily her top priority. Paladin lived here, she thought fleetingly, recalling their blithesome dalliance what felt like merely a day ago with melancholy nostalgia. His heart belonged to Soleil, and she knew she was incapable of traversing that affection.

She had missed her opportunity and perhaps had committed a bit of a fumble by simultaneously pursuing Crane in the midst of their coquetry. Did it have any real gravity in the end? Not really. Valhalla was a mare of impulse and evanescing passion. She had a tendency to get lost in the moment, giving up herself in an attempt to find some sort of normalcy, some sort of fondness and love in the one she indulged in such affairs with. In the end, though, they all boiled down to meaninglessness. Such was a disheartening curse.

In her thoughtful roaming, she had unknowingly come across a brute of a stallion, handsome and tall, with a potent, masculine aroma. Her eyes widened as she watched him, their amethyst depths non-threateningly scrutinizing his wingless contours and the canine at his feet. Feigning indifference to his presence as he slowly neared her, trees twisting from the soil all around her, she lowered her slender face to the foliage that was profuse in this area, hardly affected by the blistering heat. The tempo of his hooves grew louder, and she studied him from the corner of her eyes, her downy, ashen wings ruffling alluringly.