naerys

Is it any surprise, really, that Naerys would be out roaming somewhere conveniently close to where something was about to happen? Since her birth two years ago, the filly had been present for many of the major Helovia happenings; the Ark, the changing of Helovia's turf, battling the foreign 'gods'. She was just a small foal when the Edge decided to invade the Falls but, to be frank, she didn't like to think about that particular event because it marks the destruction of her family - the beginning of her hatred for her father. Hatred that inevitably stems from the pain of what she views as his abandonment (and honestly? she's not far off). So it comes as little surprise when the strange, booming voice interrupts her wanderings and calls forth to all Helovians.

For only a moment she pauses, standing on the beautiful mirrored surface of the flats with her teal gaze turned to the islands. The islands where she fought to protect her mother, only to end up with tar burns on her back legs. The islands where she held Mauja, while the white queen shattered to pieces following his daughter's death. So much had changed for her on those islands and now, now something was calling to her... to them from the isles. In truth, her hesitation is short lived and soon the brown and white mare launches herself into the air and soars across the stretch of ocean to the most prominent of the islands on the other side. It wasn't difficult to spot the gathering crowd or the strange creature that had called to them, but it isn't until her turquoise eyes settle on the familiar black and white form of her mother that she moves in to land.

Her descent is oddly graceful and the landing somehow gentle and once her hooves are settled onto the sand, she tucks her wings and moves through the crowd to her mother's side. Mauja's absence is almost immediately noted, as is Caenan's but her mother's presence is enough for the young mare (besides, the last thing she needs is the distraction of her favorite pirate when it isn't clear if this particular being is friendly or... not.) "Mama." her warm voice is hardly above a whisper, and she reaches forward to touch her soft muzzle to Alysanne's shoulder. "What's going on?" Naerys asks her softly, hoping her mother knows more than she does. Though she only addresses her mother, her curious gaze never once leaves the strange new creature. Naerys isn't quite that trusting - especially after all that's transpired.