Sugarpaw was tired from the long trek, one which Pepper had deigned not to follow her on, but she had finally arrived at the Veil border. Looking around, the qualea hummed as she took it all in.
Everything was dark here. The moss was soft and spongy underpaw, far removed from the slippery greenery that grew close to the earth back home. But the trees seemed ghostly somehow, paler in the absence of the sun. It didn't permeate far down, blocked out by leaves far above her head in a faint haze of light. Looking up into the canopy, she decided that this had to be the right place. Either that, or the actual territory that the Shadow Veil dewlled in, the so-called “whispering pines”, really needed to move over because these pines really did seem like they were whispering. It was quiet, too, aside from the whistling of a harsh and icy breeze through the thick canopy of the pine trees. It was so different to the place she'd been born, to the place she lived now ... Why was she here again? Right, right. Invitation.
This was the place from her vision.
Chyme flickered into view momentarily, a brief visual reminder of the prophecy she'd given: “We are not the only one with a bond like our own.”
Maybe today was when it would come to fruition ... but that aside, Sugarpaw was both apprehensive and a little excited. She'd only met a few strangers from outside of the Flights, and now she was going to meet a whole lot of them! All she hoped for was that they didn't try to attack her, that wouldn't do at all.
“Hello?” She called out, taking a chance that someone sentient was nearby.