Her mind was in chaos as she watched, the stress she felt threatening to obscure the memories she had made since arriving here. That is what it felt like at least. The likelihood of her amnesia getting worse was slim. The others were carrying on their conversation, and the hostility in some of the words exchanged was not appreciated by the fearful grulla. Bobbing her head slightly she slipped into a little world of her own to escape such snappish remarks, and it took her a moment or two to register the fact that someone was talking to her. Shaking out her ghostly coat she regarded the stallion for a while. He was the one that brought this meeting about, so he was a family member. In some warped perspective he was her brother. The idea amused the silver lass, and the joy she felt in having people to look after her allowed her to settle into the situation a little more as she let quiet words drift from her lips. "Hello Arlo. My name is Sonya," her tone was subdued but clear, each word pronounced enough for him to hear her so that she could get away with not projecting her voice very far. She could not bring herself to say 'I am' for she knew not of who Sonya was, something that ceased to bother her. It was something she was still trying to work out, but it was a fresh start. She snorted softly. Despite her slight reluctance to talk she was grateful for the acknowledgement. It made her feel a little safer in the notion that she belonged here, and her dull eyes lit up a little.

A stallion turned up then. Like her own entry he was silent, and he seemed to assess everyone - or at least, everyone he noticed. His entrance though was more impressive; it was hard to miss his presence as he assessed each equine like they were objects as opposed to people. She slipped under his radar, what with her grey coat she blended into the shadows quite nicely, and she was able to focus on Seele, who also spoke to her. "As well as can be expected," she spoke with thoughtful tones. In truth she knew not what was expected, but it seemed a fitting answer as once past her outer layer of nerves at seeing so many species gathered in this small area of the world she was pretty much neutral. There was no happiness and no sadness. Acceptance, perhaps, of her condition but nothing more. With a small chuckle she added onto her sentence. "I have an appropriate coat at least!" again her words were quiet, referencing the condition she had been in when she would up in Helovia with a summer coat in the middle of winter. The snippet of an anecdote would only make sense to Seele but she did not care. It was they, the stallion and the unicorn, wanted wasn't it? For her to be less quiet, less shy? Becoming more at ease with the situation the mare forced herself to stand still and just let the scenario unravel before her. There was no way of controlling what was going to happen, and there was no need to be afraid of it. Everyone gathered here... they only had each other really. No one else would accept them the same way. This band was certainly all she had, and she needed to get a hold of herself if she was to remain here.

Next to enter was a mare. Again, it was someone she did not know but that was hardly surprising. Smiling slightly, Sonya did her best to welcome the stranger who seemed fearful mutely. This bay mare's actions were better than her own behaviour had been but that didn't stop the onslaught of annoyance - she felt so pathetic at having reacted the way she did. This was plenty enough to steel her nerves. She would try harder. Of course this late comer was not the only one showing signs of fear. The little filly was as well, but she was by Seele so the silver dapple mare felt no need to make it known that the flicka was wary. Besides she so young it wasn't surprising. Sonya's attention was caught by the stallion that had a bag thrown over his back. Ears folded back tightly at his threat even though it was aimed at others, her teeth gritting. How dare he challenge Seele to the fight? Yet the grulla said nothing. She was not good at confrontation, and she knew there were others that were much for adept to protecting the lead. Still, it played on her mind. And then she noticed the stalks in his bag, and her fury faded to curiosity. What were they? Radars pricking she watched with interest for a moment or two longer before tearing her gaze away. She did not want to be caught staring; she did not want to be noticed by this irate fellow. Instead her eyes moved to Agrona, listening to her before her gaze eventually wandered back to Circuta, some sort of empathy rising inside her chest. This greet was very difficult for her because out of everyone here she only knew Seele, but at least she had the safety of being a member. The pretty mare didn't even have that...