If things had been different--perhaps the storm hadn't been greedy for her stars--she might not have known Helovia again. Leaving once had been hard enough; but living there, turning into a nightmare, was worse. Some part of her had broken when golden gaze saw the dead, each one weighing more heavily on her mind. She hadn't known if the culprit was ever found out or caught or even why they so desperately took the lives of the innocent. And yet she fled before anything more could happen, before she could wither away completely.

Things had changed, then, though she wouldn't know the difference. Without a sense of the past, memories were useless to make her recognize anything around her. In her current condition she could not pay much mind to it anyway; her body screamed at her, sore, begging for comfort she could not give it. She gritted her teeth instead and let the pain wash over her, keeping her focus on the grasses and boughs and everything but herself. Ragged and unkempt, though a nuisance, was of no immediate issue of hers. She was accustomed to hard work in endless fields and days that didn't cease. She could handle being slightly battered.

A wide gaze skimmed across a rather large shadow approaching, its increasing proximity wishing she could take flight before it reached her. Her heart sped and stance stiffened. It was another who found himself in the forest, and the glint of his horns sent her backward a few steps to create the distance he aimed to close. Why he seemed to be so intent and confused she didn't know, nor his reason for thinking she was what he was after. But his words--her name spilling from his lips--made her recoil, shock etched into her features. How did he know her? Had they met before? Surely she would not be so comfortable around one with horns to swap names, yet hers was clearly one he kept. She grappled for her own words to say, pulling only on thin air, when yet someone else appeared who seemed to also know what to call her. Surely two were not a coincidence but she had no recollection of who they might be.

Still tense and perhaps a bit frightened she shuffled closer to the pegasus like her for safety, then thought it maybe rude to insinuate her to be more comfortable there. Helpless with what to make of that encounter her voice, finally found but meek, filled around them. "I am okay, I do not think I need any help. I was flying when a storm hit..." and then she woke up there. Where was there?
She wondered why they cared for her so much and if she was supposed to know them. They made her feel the same the land had: on the edge of some grand discovery, but whatever it was eluded her. "Home?" Catching what the blue-accented said, her puzzlement increased. "What is home here? I have only just arrived." She thought it was obvious, given her condition, and glanced toward the bearded as if he had a way to elaborate.