The chattering of birds interrupts with the crashing sound of soft feathers propelling themselves forward and off, scattering like leaves in the wind.  A small face tilts upward, watching the pine branches softly sway from the movement.  Lilac eyes fill with a quiet sorrow, until she hears the newcomer who startled the weak-hearted fowl into taking wing.

Shifting her neck gracefully to turn her visage toward this approaching girl, Zya remains uncertain if the tightness in her chest is relief or panic.  The pallid sun glimmers on a pristine white horn reaching down to a face of warm chocolate, painted slightly with the pastel hues of sunrise.  Eyes a brilliant green, like a rare gemstone, sit in soft feminine features.  For a brief moment, Zyanya wants to abandon her fear from the night before and give the girl a welcoming smile.  Company being a welcome thought to the suddenly abandoned girl in the middle of the forest.  The sharp grip of fear does not shake so easily.  After all, in the night, those who chased hot on her heels for miles were unicorns.  Could she be one of them?

Quietly, the wintry colored maiden stands, hair moving slightly in a spring breeze through the trees.  Lilac eyes watch this stranger with distrust, even has the cloven hoof moves hesitantly and considerate words take shape.  Had Zyanya been allowed to interact with the lowborn of her nation, she could know for certainty whether this was friend or foe.  Did the common have brown coats, or the pale colors of her highborn kin?  Did they have split hooves?  Tails of a lion?  The musings of her mind slam shut as she realizes how rude her actions are.  Ignoring company would never be allowed in her home, unless this girl were a servant.  "H-hello," a meek, girlish voice stammers from her mouth, softer than spring rains.

Looking more closely at her figure, the stranger appears almost royal.  Different from Zya's own natural beauty, this stranger holds an uncommon appearance and elegant features.  Likely, one such as this came from lofty beginnings.  Almost feeling relief, it is then the soft colored maiden's eyes fall upon the deer for the first time.

Startled like the birds in the trees, Zyanya takes an involuntary step back, her rump hitting unceremoniously on a tree as her eyes grow wide.  A dark colored stag with light, rune markings stands poised by this strange mare.  The mare seemed completely unconcerned that a deer was following her like an obedient dog.  What in the world?  An uneasy snort looses from her lungs, as Zya sidesteps from the tree and places a few more steps between herself and the unnatural pair.  The clamoring of her heart against her ribcage reminds her of flight once more... if only, like the birds, she could take wing and leave.

Delicately, her voice wavers out of her mouth.  "Did they send you to kill me?" she asks, foolishly, for any assassin would not freely give this information.  Of course, how in the world would a wallflower know anything of assassins?