So much had happened since she had arrived here in Helovia. She had successfully managed to withhold her loyalties, keeping herself from the chains. A fact that is only impressive when one realizes that she's been wandering the wilds of Helovia for an entire year. She'd kept to herself mostly, except when she'd partnered herself with Elsa in the Earth God's tasks and roomed with her on the God's makeshift Ark. The thought had been, apparently, to cleanse the lands. That turned out to be nothing more than a joke. The mere thought of it made her scoff and long to roll her sickly green eyes. It came as no surprise to the dark mare when they disembarked the Ark only to discover that nothing had changed. Everything was simply... moist and muddy. The added moisture made things more green, perhaps, but the darkness still lingered as it always would.

The small mare wandered, keeping to the wilds and ducking in and out of the shadows. Today, though, she found herself in the Thistle Meadow - spring heavy in the air, thick with the budding of new life. The land is turning green once more and the flowers are budding and growing. Songs whisper throughout - songs of birds and of the trickling stream weaving its' way through the landscape. She'd been here once before. This had been the clearing that the Earth God had chosen to build his Ark. It was here that she'd met Elsa. Dovahkiin had considered her a friend at the time, and part of her still did but they had lost contact - predominantly because the dark mare was prone to slipping into anonymity (and she is quite good at it).

She moves quietly and easily across the landscape, green eyes ever watchful and ears always keen. She spies him by the stream, apparently preoccupied with something else and with a lightness in her step, she slips into the shadows of a few nearby trees. She watches him for a moment, curiosity building within. Another sound off to her right causes her to jerk her head towards the side, smacking her antler against the tree. Green eyes catch a glimpse of a deer fleeing the open meadow for the safety of the trees. She winces at her careless mistake. Her first since she'd arrived. Turning her head back to where he had been, she finds his mismatched eyes on her. It wasn't like she was difficult to spot with the vivid white and red stripes covering most of her black coat. With a soft snort the small mare moves towards him, placing herself across from him on the other side of the stream. She unabashedly allows her green gaze to look him over and with a small smirk curving her lips, a flare of approval evident in her eyes. "I've wandered these lands for a year," she begins, her voice strong and just a bit sultry, "where have you been hiding?"

Clearly, she'd been alone for way too long.