A few seasons ago, Alysanne would have been right with the rest - thinking she would best go around or find somewhere the ice was thicker so that it could support her weight. She felt incredibly nervous at the idea of trying to take off in front of so many others - especially those from her herd. Erthë, for example, was significantly younger but bright enough not to skimp on her flying lessons and seemed to have no issue at all! But though she was nervous, she also felt confident enough in her wings and her ability to use them. Confident enough to know that, though she might fumble, she would be able to get into the air and land later on without collapsing on her face.

As someone who moved with grace and ease over the earth, being turned into a clumsy fool in the sky was not a situation she relished in.

Iona landed near her, interrupting Alysanne’s thoughts, and asked in a low voice whether she knew what the Oregon Trail was. “Not a clue. But I don’t understand half the things that they’re saying, anyway.” She responded in a murmur much like the one Iona had used, her head turning slightly so the words were just for her twin.

She could feel the impatience radiating off of her twin as the foxes continued to squabble amongst themselves but for her part she just waited - calmly and almost idly listening as they bickered before the other horses started to pipe up with their opinions as well. Many suggested going around, and a few suggested finding a safer spot to cross. All three choices had merit - and Alysanne did not really understand the objections that going around was a waste of time. Did anyone here really have a pressing appointment that they needed to catch? Or were they simply that impatient to get the orb and the magic it contained? It took days to travel across Helovia, surely they could spare a few more moments to help out the foxes.

But although every option seemed right in its own way, hence the squabbling, Alysanne’s instinct was to cross here. The turkeys should be able to fly if the ice started to crack and they were very light. Had she known about Erthë’s ice magic, it would have reinforced her decision all the same - knowing that it would make things safer for turkey and horse alike.

So she remained with her sister, nodding but staying quiet - her green eyes bright as they waited to see what would happen next.