She patiently waits for Dixon to lead the way to the Lagoon, her anxiety pricks at her pearly hide. What would the Lagoon hold for her? Would she be able to live a normal life within the borders? She hoped as long as he was at her side, she would be brave enough to face the "savages" that he had mentioned. As they neared the Lagoon border, her delicate head raises high on her arched neck. Her hooves lightly touched the ground, her anxiety begins to vibrate through out her body. She sidesteps closer to Dixon, pressing herself into his side, searching for some comfort. The trees close around them, concealing them. As the trees squeeze together she is forced to slide back behind him, so that he leads the way forward and she follows. She tries to press closer to him, but her efforts are futile. As the foliage becomes thicker, she loses sight of Dixon.

Stubbornly, she tries to find her way, scanning the thick forest looking for him. She halts in her tracks, trying to keep herself from panicking. She knows deep inside that if she panics now, there would be no hope of finding Dixon. Maybe she should turn around and try to get back to Falls, and hope that Dixon realizes she is gone. Maybe he would return to the Falls and find her. She begins to nod to herself, yes cae, that is a good idea. Pivoting on her hindquarters, she rotates around, cautiously she steps. Slinking through the Forest, desperately trying not to draw attention to herself. With each passing minute she feels the panic rising in her throat, she swallows hard trying to chase the sinking feeling away. Dixon's warnings keep floating through her head....Savages, they'll take advantage of you if they can.

Oh Dixon, how did we get separated? Those trees, you just disappeared. She lifts her delicate higher into the air, desperately looking for the Falls, little did she know that she was about to the border. She swivels her head, relief floods her. A clearing. At least in the clearing she would be able to see if anyone was coming, she could protect herself than. She pushes her way through the tree limbs, letting a them dig their fingers into her pearly hide. Some of them leaving a few scrapes, she winces as they dig in. As the trees give way to the clearing, she searches for any sign of Dixon. She sighs, she would wait until here for a few minutes, perhaps he would appear.