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06-29-2014, 11:52 AM
Phaedra
All that glimmers
Phaedra suddenly was definitely regretting coming over to investigate. This mare seemed...wordy and worldy, in a way that made the golden girl feel inadequate and annoyed. Her disapproval poured over her dainty features, as she cast an impoverished glance towards Stella, knowing that Rasta couldn't see this unhappy display. The bird merely fluttered her wings delicately, as if shrugging nonchalantly. '
Phaedra turned her dished face back towards the mare who was still contentedly laying in the grass. Her star-bright coat glittered beautifully, as she waited to see if any more cryptic phrases would be sent her way. As they appeared to have stopped, Phaedra shifted her weight casually, as Stella mentally urged her to ask what had happened to the hawk. A far distant cousin of hers, the secretary bird was confused as to why the mare was speaking in past tense. Typically when such a bond was broken, both parties died. Both Phaedra and Stella were well aware of what that separation had the potential to feel like, and both shivered in tandem at the thought. It was still vivid in both of their minds - the childlike name-calling that had led to a full on spar between the golden and the shadowmere. How that darkened bitch had senselessly targeted Stella, sending the (then) younger-bird careening into the grass, white body broken and unmoving. Phaedra could still hear Stella's gentle voice, asking if she should go into the light, and the ensuing panic that had flooded her system so completely.
"What do you mean used to have? Where is the hawk now, sugar?" She purred; sing-song voice filled with well-practiced faux sympathy and interest. It was one of the many talents she had in her arsenal, practiced over her years on her own and on the run. And while Phaedra might not be that interested in the answer, Stella certainly was. The yellow-faced bird gently glided from Phaedra's wither, onto the grass about two feet from Rasta's nose. She trilled softly, head tilting back and forth curiously.
HP: 45.5
