The dark did not frighten her, instead her delight and curiosity fed her flames as she swam with the others deeper, violet eyes firmly latched onto the aquatic creature leading them all. A burning star against the backdrop of the underwater sky, the wispy strands of her hair her star trail. Her flames burned with an ethereal glow, their phantasmal presence a quiet comfort to her that she had the spirit of a Warrior — she could not falter and she would not flinch.

Her wings fanned out at her sides to act as makeshift fins and to drive her forward with each stroke against the current, her legs cutting through the water as though she was running upon the grassy ground rather than nothingness. A familiar silhouette was the only thing which made her pause, her neck arched so she could glance back to see her new friend, Zubari had joined in! and he was swimming toward her. Her pace slowed to a floating stop as she waited for him to join up to her before she began to swim again toward where Kisamoa had stopped and began to emit a strange light from his horn.

Nothing could had prepared her for the swell of foreign beauty and life which was revealed beneath her hooves, her orbs searched and drank in each coral, each weed and the unusual forms of the creatures below. So different, and yet they seemed to fit in their world perfectly. Perfect oddities adrift in a time loop, as Kisamoa explained and filled in the blanks and then asked them to come up with a word. What word though? Her small life had been filled with adventure, and sorrow. The mournful word gripped her hard, and the flames upon her hooves and wings dimmed as the silhouette of her father laid upon the sands floated into her mind. The silhouette's of siblings she wanted to know but did not know how to approach. She was an oddity, born not out of love which had transcended and beaten the odds, though her father had painted her in their shades she had not felt his love — no matter how much she knew he would of loved her, nor the love of her siblings.

Sorrow, she whispered in her mind and closed her eyes, the world was not a glittering utopia where the sun always shined and there was lush fields peppered with roses and daffodils. Life above had thorns, and she was not afraid to use them.

she slept with wolves without fear.