As the sun rose higher to alight the earth below and warm the frozen ground, it also tickled the colour of Dacianna’s mane, turning it back to it’s normal varying tones from the stark white it had once been. The snow beneath her feet was wet and cold, her coat was thick from its battle with winter and her golden eyes squinted into the horizon where the Frostfall sun sat low in the sky. She didn’t much mind the cold weather, it had been cold in the mountains of her old home and the Rift was even colder (even if it wasn’t natural). Though sometimes she did miss the days where she could bask in summers heat, laze around in the warm haze whilst the grass grew long and green. As she looked to the slumbering expanse of the forest up ahead, she wondered when spring would arrive to once again add colour to the world that lay dormant and cold. The trees creaked against each other, naked and covered in snow that was beginning to slide off the branches; perhaps spring wasn’t all that far away after all.

Before going out on assignment, her first order as a priest, Dacianna thought she might stop by the Threshold first to look for any misplaced wayfarers and the like.

Her rhythmic footsteps carried her through the quiescent woodland, her eyes darted here and there following natures movement. Having grown up in the rugged environment of a mountain range, forests always made her slightly on edge, she didn’t like the fact she couldn’t see everything around her. The rhythm of her walk soon broke as she ambled into more of a jog, looking for signs of travellers or lost souls that might need a little help, whilst half praying that there weren’t any so she could just turn back.

Today, however, the sound of voices caught in her fluff riddled ears and Dacianna grimaced; time to go fishing in the forest again.

She comes across two equines in conversation, one was much smaller than the other with a marking much like a bloodstain and her body was patched in brindles. The male was plainer looking, but his voice was full of colourful hostility.

Not quite sure what she was walking into, Dacianna delicately coughed to make herself known before appearing from out the darkened wood, her golden trinket clattering against her antler as if it was trying to accentuate her entrance.

“Perhaps she was just being kind” the roan firmly interjected, offering the posturing stallion a steely gaze as she watched him walk up to the mare. She had never met the other girl before, nor did she know if her interference would be appreciated or met with more hostility. The male had a silver accented coat and appeared to be built quite sturdily “you are in Helovia Sir” she nodded to their surroundings before eyeing him cautiously “what do you want?” the Philosopher countered. Her voice had become softer as she offered him the benefit of the doubt, perhaps he was stressed or perhaps there was more going on here than it first appeared and Dacianna had interrupted something. Again.

Her ears swivelled whilst her eyes drifted from one equine to the other and she wondered once more what situation she had dragged herself into this time.