How rare and beautiful it is to even exist,

Despite the fast approaching winter, some corners of Helovia, under the watchful eye of Orangemoon, still retained much to graze upon. The starlit girl was tired of chewing on dried “grass,” and even the last remaining berries were beginning to fall off their twigs and become too rotten for even the most desperate of birds. So she she happened upon the once-Hidden Falls, she was happy to gorge herself on what remained. She had never been to this place, even prior to her accident, so it was all new, and honestly probably one of the only times she would be able to just stroll in unannounced and unhindered. That was, assuming this sprawling paradise was to be reclaimed. She had never seen so many waterfalls in one place, and if (unknowingly to her) her heart didn’t already belong to the Basin, she would consider this a beautiful option for home.

’Home.’

The word was repeated back in her head harshly, with a firm inflection, reminding the girl that she should be doing something else entirely than moseying around Helovia looking for a good grazing spot. But, what was done was done, and so she dropped her head down and ate to her heart’s content.

Her head finally shot up, slowly finishing her last bite and swallowing, as stormy eyes scanned the misty backdrop. Ears spun and she tried to catch the words. Maybe this land belonged to someone else?

The conversation, at least, the few broken pieces she was able to understand, seemed harmless enough, so she thought better of leaving and slowly made her way forward, finding that, as the fog dissipated, it made traversing this area less dreamlike, sure, but a little safer. Not only did she not want to be surprised by someone sneaking through the fog, but she certainly didn’t want to startle anyone in the same respect.

They appeared like haunts first, black sillohuettes pressed into smoky white. But as they became clearer, it became obvious. The pair were nondescript enough, an adult unicorn mare and a pegasus child. Mother and son, perhaps?

“Good day!” she crooned, hoping to announce her presence before her incoming became an unpleasant surprise. “I hope you don’t mind me intruding. I heard your voices, and thought that perhaps this morning would be better spent with company.”

Unlike some of the others she had encountered, the unicorn mare stirred no memories or recognition within her breast. She could be wrong, but maybe this would be the first non-stressful or earth shattering conversation she was able to have in recent memory. Finally coming to stop at a respectful distance, she dipped her head in greeting, and then cast a warm smile towards the colt, before looking back to the mare. “I hope I haven’t interrupted anything, and certainly hope I have not intruded into your home.” She stood relaxed, yet remained tentative and cautious, as this meeting very well could go south, and the last thing she wanted to do was be a sitting duck.