Her once soft eyes grew swiftly wide as the horse on the ground thrashed in it's sleep. Slender nostrils dilated broadly drawing in the scents around her. The mare lurched suddenly as she half stood forelegs stretched before her. The bird seemed to float into the air; making her own muscles tense. The itchy trigger finger in the dainty mare's mind inched ever closer to that deadly click. her nerves were still needed to be stitched together after being jumped by the golden horned witch. Her right cream hoof dug snugly into the sand as she whirled her body towards the lurching mare before her. Porcelain teeth flashed like lightning, but the threatening snap of powerful jaws never happened. The mare's voice was so scared, so desperate, the warrior knew she would not need to fight. The stallion on the other had was acting almost insane; as he shifted between herself and the now standing mare.

Her sleek frame was frozen momentarily; brain whirling with confusion. Suddenly it all clicked into place, like the last piece of a thousand piece puzzle and no picture to cheat off of. 'The stallion thinks that mare is the one who attacked Apollo!' She thought wildly already in action. She launched off her powerful hindquarters lunging in front of the dappled knight. She spun in front of him her head lowered ears twitching nervously, 'Glory he is bigger than me.' She thought fleetingly before speaking her voice firm and calm, "Sir calm down, now. Get yourself under control, it's the lighting that has you confusing this innocent mare with Apollo's attacker." She locked her honey brown eyes on his own bright silver orbs. Breathing deeply to calm her own raw fighting instincts she made her eye muscles relax. Her own orbs were blazing defiantly, she would not allow him to harm this clearly scared mare, and her bird. "Breath heard brother, calm yourself, please." The last word sounded much more desperate than she had meant it to, but she was.

Once she was sure he would not attack she turned slowly, trying not to frighten the already scared mare. She took a few steps slowly towards her head lowered eyes warm and gentle. "Please relax, I'm sorry for his jumpiness. These times have been hard on us all and we're all tired and twitchy." She smiled softly before continuing. "I am Parelia formally from the Foothills, it is nice to meet you, Miss?" She smiled lightly eyes taking in the curly mane and single wing. She turned her head back towards the stallion and smiled at him a little apologetic. She hopped he would be able to control himself now.

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