She was back.  She wasn’t entirely sure why she was back, but she was back.  Maybe she was encouraged by the fact that her first trip to the Threshold hadn’t been a total disaster and it had given her some inflated sense confidence.  Or maybe it was more of an appeal of her deeply concealed need to protect things from the things that go bump in the night.  Even though she was removed from war and had retired from fighting for the resistance she was still fighting the good fight whether she recognized it or not.  

She huffed slightly as she walked between the trees.  It was irritating to the pegasus that flight was restricted here, but she could make due.  At least the forests of the edge were set on the cliff – prime conditions for flying.  The mists could be a pain in the ass but they had their benefits once you lived with them for a while.  She said very little as she slipped through the trees, silent as a shadow.  But she hesitated when she caught the cream colored pegasus out of the corner of her eye.  She turned, flicking her vivid green gaze over to the girl – just in time to see a large, unicorn stallion join her.  She made her way towards the pair, and she couldn’t help but think there was a piece of the puzzle here she just couldn’t put together.  Everything about the mare’s appearance screamed feminine and lovely and beautiful…until you saw the blood. Iona joined them in time to catch the still-unknown stallion’s words.  

“Now, now,” she scolded, with some enhanced theatrics for effect (of course), “Don’t be so quick to assume.  Maybe they deserved it,” she finished, as if her logic was the simplest thing in the world.  She cracked at the end and offered the stallion a smile, and dipped her head to both in a polite greeting. (Such manners, Iona!)  However, Iona did have an interesting take on all things justice and revenge oriented.  She was very much a blood for blood sort of creature.  Maybe it was a function of living in a kill or be killed environment for the majority of her adult life, or maybe it was just a feature of her very personality.  She wasn’t sure and she wasn’t in a hurry to find out.  

At the same time she had to admit that finding a mare in the middle of the Threshold that looked like a fairy princess by clearly had some teeth was certainly intriguing, to see the very least.  Her gaze flicked over to the woman, ”You’ve found Helovia.  Welcome. I’m Iona.  You are?” the painted pegasus said, rather simply, though she was still curious as to what, exactly, she’d found in the Threshold today.