Gaelica was content to spend her days lounging in the waters of her old home, but these new and harsh rays in this world were a bit out of the ordinary for her. A light and welcome breeze played through what trees there were, but it was not enough to completely alleviate the heat. She contemplated, for a moment, going back to the creek when a strange noise graced her ears. Lifting her head to gaze in the direction the sound had come from, she was met with a strange sight. What sort of creature was this?

She looked like an average equine to Gaelica, and she was familiar with others having wings. Hell, living in Pantheon and having traveled to the Capitol on several occasions, you took appearances in stride. There was never any sort of indication as to what sort of creature you would pass on the road. Horses twice her height, horses with scales, and horses with saber teeth. It was as if the magic of the land had permeated it's creatures so thoroughly that it was easy to tell the difference between a native-born creature and one who had simply wandered in.

But this mare. She had a strange, feathered crest that looked remarkably avian. She was beautiful, that much was very certain. She was by fair one of the only creatures that she had ever met that had looked as though they were truly born of ice. And she had served under Skadi and her predecessors for a great many years. They shared the same sort of ethereally blue eyes. But everything between the two mares was different, in a washed-out sort of pale look. But as the mare spoke, Gaelica furrowed her brow slightly. This place was called Helovia? She had heard some of the equines of her homeland mention it in passing, referring to it as a land across the sea. But she had never realized just how close it could have truly been. A home, the mare enquired about. Was Gaelica looking for a home? She was certainly looking for somewhere to live while she explored these lands. But could she really uproot herself to live her for an indefinite time?

"Yes. I suppose that I am." The words escaped her before she even had time to really think about them. "My name is Gaelica. It's nice to meet you Elsa."