My heart beat with the slow throb of loss, a loss for what, I wasn’t sure, but it was loss all the same. Each stride brought an empty reminder of where I was going but had not yet been and I was helpless to the carnage of such an emotion and yet, I was once again wholly entranced by the serenity of the Threshold. It seemed that here, new beginnings were made and while I had already been gifted with such a blessing, I found that comfort was inevitable here. Every creature in Helovia found purpose within these lands and I thought that if such revolutions existed from such a place, perhaps I would be able to find refuge here as well, even though I had already been given a name for myself. However, names were never enough. I had been so focused on what I had wanted to become that I had gotten lost in the process of actually working to achieve my entitlements. At one time, I had wanted to throw myself into the throngs of warriors that stripped the lands of vulnerability and yet, I had no real desire for the taste of iron blood upon my tongue.

Healing was my forte, even if I had yet to pursue the thought. At times I felt weak because I had chosen not to offer my body and soul to The World’s Edge in the event of siege, but I knew that I would bear my heart and soul for those wounded and in need of my remedies. As I entered the Threshold once more, I couldn’t help but think of Adura, the fragile mare who had been so intent on death when I had come upon her in these very grounds. She was like a fallen angel, precious and yet so damaged that Hell would have given anything to rip the wings from her very back. The image brought a small shiver to my skin that had radiated from within and not so much from the cold. It had been such a rough winter that I dreaded the heat of the approaching summer, so fierce upon my back. I shuffled the scant appendages upon my spine, only nearly aware of their lack of stability in the aiding of my warmth. How I longed for the fullest of feathers to sprawl heftily along my back and flanks. They would forever mark my deficiencies, despite my constant attempts to ignore them.

The cool air borne fiery crystals from the misted veil of my breath and it was almost magical to watch them float and swirl once more to the ground where all things died. Such beauty would always be lost to the hardened seat of the devil’s roof and with this, I moved above him, cursing him in vain for all things that I did not know. However, my raving was soon ceased in favor for the delights of company that was not entirely unwanted. He appeared to be a delicate thing, finely painted in glittering shades of gold that met pearly wastelands throughout his coat. It was apparent that he had seen better days, but that did not define his worth. For everyone was meant for something, desired something… What was it that this stallion desired? However, I was not the first to stumble upon the sleeping giant- a young red palomino mare had come near, eager to rouse the creature from his sleep. At her hind quarters, a small tiger cub danced about playfully, clearly oblivious to it’s bonded’s attempt to awake the sleeping stallion. I could only stand back and watch for now, intrigued by her approach method. Though, as not to mistake my intentions, I called out to her and the stallion both. “Fine day we’re having, I assume you both are well?”