Since meeting Ashamin and Imani in the Threshold, Astolat had gone on to explore more of Helovia with it’s various sights, smells and sounds. None of it was quite like the varying views of Dalianir, though small parts were similar, but so far she had found it peacefully quiet and uniquely beautiful… She could live with quiet and beautiful. Often she hummed her way around as she admired the changing colours of the trees and jogged through purple meadows all the while actively trying to avoid running into anyone lest the unlucky demon, that possessed her body and mind, made a fateful decision to pick another victim. Thus, because Astolat believed whole heartedly that a greater power dictated her life, the days that followed the Threshold meeting were spent luxuriously fawning over the new landscapes whilst her heart sank deeper into desolation.

Today, however, she had decided to explore a cluster of islands that were visible on the horizon and, as she had pulled herself from the water, thinking that the isle’s location might make it less inhabited, she panicked when suddenly a great "HELOVIA" cried out and her eyes went as wide as saucepans.

“Blessed Lon” the exclamation whimpered out of her mouth as her eyes glazed over, hoping it was just one over zealous character having fun and someone she could easily avoid. Surely there weren’t many out here… Right?

Wrong.

'Oh no' the simple, stressful thought echoed through her mind and repeated itself several times as she found herself trapped between the ocean she had just traversed and a gathering kerfuffle of scents.

"Fudge" only Astolat, in her innocent enough wandering, could dawdle straight into a crowd on an unknown island with the sea between her and the bit of land she knew. At least it felt that way.

In the furore of her thoughts her eyes stopped on a figure that appeared to be the central focus for the gathered. Stood there, and the one that Astolat presumed had shouted earlier, was a peculiar assortment of horse and sea. More intriguingly, as the pastel paint instinctively moved a little closer the more curious she got, she noticed its build was kind of wonky and littered with an array of scales. Was this some sort of sea creature? The only sea creatures Astolat had heard of were in tales, though they were often portrayed as monsters… She did not think this one looked like a monster.

What was a monster meant to look like?

For now the hapless girl hung around at the back of the group, listening as some tried to talk to the horned sea horse, too intrigued by what was happening to turn around and hide, but still too worried about the possibilities of unseen calamities to truly merge herself with the crowd.

[Astolat is shuffling around towards the rear of the group like a creep]