The Thief of the Basin made her way through the ever familiar Threshold. The place of which she stumbled upon two years prior, unsure of where she was and what kind of wonders this place held. Her home, a faraway land made up of various kingdoms had all but seemed normal until she crept into Helovia’s borders. Equines of every species thrived here, living among one another. No one was a slave to another, no one was unrightfully fit to rule (that she saw anyway), and Gods were actual tangible beasts that could be spoken and reasoned with. Oh, how strange Helovia had been, but how welcoming all the same. Rexanna had often imagined what would have happened if she didn’t come across the mystical land – partially imagining various ways of how she could’ve died. But Helovia had been a saving grace, and she often wandered through the Threshold in search of others that had similar feelings as she had when she came across the threshold. She’d offer them a home, a job, a life among them and guidance in the difficult times everyone would eventually end up having.

And so she went, like a porcelain doll with her companion sitting along her withers like a scarf. Her ashen dipped legs carefully stepping over fallen tree branches and grooves in the well trekked paths. The sun sparkled through the treetops, dappling her already spotted skin when her and Marembo heard the gentle sounds of voices in the distance. Her exotic striped head shifted toward the sound, golden chains slinking and colliding with one another with the movement as her and her polecat changed directions. As she approached, she spotted a mare taller than she, dark violet in hue but speckled with gold just as the Thief was. It brought a gentle smile to her face as she watched another join the woman, a stallion hybrid as it looked from the distance. There were no mistaking the horns paired with wings, and so she watched for a mere moment as he introduced himself. As if on cue, Rexanna and Marembo stepped out from the trees to greet the two already gathered. “Hello.” She began, coming to a stop a slight distance away from the duo. She dipped her head to the woman, then to the stallion before her oceanic eyes drifted back to the mare. Information served her right, that the man came from the Dragon’s Throat. He smelt of the sands and the heat, and even partially looked the part if Rexanna was one to judge such things.

Her attention was entirely on the mare, however, not being able to place a familiar scent from her time spent in Helovia. The Thief offered the gold dusted mare a smile before continuing on with her original speech. “I am Rexanna, from the Aurora Basin.” She added in, shifting her weight slightly as Marembo squeaked a hello – partially upset that the Thief hadn’t introduced the masked accomplice of hers. “You’ve found yourself in Helovia, welcome. Is there anything we can help you with?” Rexanna made a point to look over at Hector, nodding along as she repeated his previous words of being assistance. Perhaps today would be her lucky day, returning another member to the tundra of her home.

"Talk."

— got to sleep,

spent the whole night running.