Panic had never been something which had faced the Amazonian, she was an unshakeable wall of feminine prowess, sand and heat, sun kissed pelt and salt tousled hair. She stared fear in the face defiantly and without hesitation. Until fear had taken a different turn, Helovia had made her a mother. Had left her with two daughters without a father, nothing more than ash in the wind now, and they had both vanished. Panic had presented itself in a different scenario, and turned her whole world upside down.

Gold and Blue eyes scanned the horizon and orange tinged meadows, sun scorched hills peppered with emerald between the damage from Tallsun. She wants to scream, despair and let the emotions carry her like the wind and send her hopefully to where her daughters had gone. The warrioress had been like that, once upon a time, hadn't she often trotted away from her mother until she was a speck on the horizon? Was this her karma then, for the emotional turmoil she had made her mother endure as she searched and searched?

Her thoughts swallowed her until the subtle groan and stiffness in her wings drew her back to the surface, nostrils coming up for air she didn't need. She had detoured from her journey back to the throat, blown off course, she could say with a grim mocking song of amusement. Back to a place she, and many had endured heartbreak and permanent grim reminders of what it had taken to breathe life and purity back into the exotic isles. Her wing gave a phantom throb in remembrance of her own attempts to fend off the Goddess from the air.


It was better place as any, she decided with a whispered voice in her mind, wings neatly pulled in towards her curved sides as she began an elegant but chaotic descent. She descended like a falling star, salt curled strands of black and orange her trailing banners. As she curves into the hidden beach, spied through the palms and lush jungle foliage, her gaze is drawn to another who dared to break the tranquility she so desperately craved. Another one, she noted, as cloven hoof scarred the water with ripples and droplets, who seemed to be beside themselves with something. Maybe this beach was a spot for the weary and tired, the troubled and the lost to find themselves again for just a moment.

Either way, the unicorn's presence doesn't deter her from throwing open her wings in the last seconds before her frame hit the lagoon to catch her. She could of let the water claim her, but even that doesn't entertain her in these dismal days as it used too. Hooves dipped into the crystal waters as she glided toward the beach, a small distance away from the troubled looking stag. Finally, she lands without fanfare, a simple one-two beat of her large golden and obsidian mottled wings is enough to set her war-painted frame upon the white sands.

She doesn't acknowledge her company at first, intent to ignore him for the water which is laid out in front of them, but something pangs within her chest as her velvet muzzle dipped into lagoon. A tumultuous mixture of emotions, rising and falling like the squalls which peppered the coasts of her island home. Bottled up for too long with nothing but whistling winds the answer to her lonely questions and furious declarations. "What brings you all the way out here?" She finally asked, her accented punctuated with a wavered tone, the quiet chorus of birds, jungle creatures and lapping water which echoed around them drowned out by the warrioress' sudden burst of speech. It's a loaded question, filled with taut strings and pent up thoughts and feelings. She didn't know why she finally gave in, saw the face of the chestnut lad and found herself able to utter something.