Shallow graves for shallow hearts; for pick-me-ups and fall-aparts.
For promises that never started right. </style>
The golden-girl had felt surprised when the Dauntless had called her aside and told her that there was to be an Invasion of the Edge. She had momentarily thought the towering stallion would scold her, for not being the bearer of this news - but she hadn't even time to draw a breath in her own defense, before he advised that she would be a member of the Grey party invading.
I? I am a spy! Built for speed, not for battle. If Ophelia was here -
But she wasn't. Her mentor had been replaced with a medic, and now she was being sent to war fighting for the Basin. For a group who would just as soon seen her dead on the ground, as members of the Edge. This is what Ophelia meant She thought bitterly, setting her jaw defiantly. But the golden-girl would not be a deserter, as Ophelia had. She would do her duty to her family, even when it felt like she was being thrown to the wolves.
Just another test She thought, as she soared high in the dark sky. Just like with the earth amulet - the amulet! She had thrown it at Ophelia's feet the day the two mares confronted each other in the Grove. It had been an act of defiance, but now it seemed senseless. Damnit she thought scoldingly. It would have been useful. None the less, she had the Moon Amulet that she had found the day that the lobstrosity had crawled out of the sea. A trill at her side, reminded the beauty that the amulet was not all that she had. Stella, her secretary bird, flashed her dazzling talons, and trilled again - her bright orangey-yellow face appearing excited. We be fine she directed, her voice reassuring in Phaedra's mind, who nodded with her own smile.
As mists began to envelop the lands, indicating that she had gone far enough SW to have reached the air space over the Edge, Phae's dazzling green gaze began to recognize shapes in the mist: Archibald was there. And Tolio?. For a moment her heart surged, and suddenly the desire to represent her family was dwarfed by the need to impress the cinnamon stallion who had once again, barged into her life.
"No Stella. We'll show them all. She whispered darkly into the night, her large downy wings fanning the air with near silence, as she descended into the mist.
The spy had only ever sparred twice before, and it would be a push to say that she had an arsenal of tactics at the ready. Still, she had the ability to move without being seen, the amulet around her next, and her companion at her side. She was lithe of body, and fast in both air and ground. Knowing the Edge held mostly equines (albeit many with startling abilities pertaining to dragons), could it be that she could simply descend upon one of them? What could they do without horns or wings? Magic Stella silently sent, sending a chill through Phaedra's golden body. Yes. Magic... She would have to take care.
In the midst of half a grove of trees, the mist swirled oddly around a shape. While Phae's gaze could not penetrate to the lower half of the creature, from what she could tell, it was hornless and wingless. Do we just attack? Phae mentally sent to Stella, who merely shrugged in reply.
Damnit Archibald! This is why you don't send a spy!
From the skies, Phaedra rapidly descends, her flight fuelled by excitement and naive confidence . Her nimble frame, built for speed and agility easily cuts through the warming Birdsong atmosphere. Her body does not sparkle as it usually does, for she does not wish to appear as a star falling from the sky - she wishes to remain unseen, as best as she can. She advances with only endless night at her back, to help cloak her in the sky. Her path is directed towards the equine's - now obviously a mare - right side. With outstretched hooves, Phaedra aims to impact Res's right shoulder, coming now from behind, slightly to the right. Her gaze watches closely, to alter her course should the mare become aware of her and evade the attack. Given her speed and wings, she is confident that she will be able to adjust easily should she run, or turn.
As momentum carries her over, her hindlegs kick out - snapping at whatever is in their reach - likely Res's left shoulder or the left side of her neck, should she remain stationary.
[No place like Home lyrics ftw! :3
WC: 787
Attack: 1/4
M&C as dictated by the SWP: 0/2]
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HP: 45.5
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[O] !! No Place Like Home [Invasion Defense]
