Naerys didn't really know whom she expected to approach first or when her presence might be noticed but as the sound of approaching hooves reaches her ears, her heart flutters with nervous excitement. And, if she were being honest, she felt a twinge of fear, as sudden and undeniable as it is inexplicable. Petyr, thus far, has been successful in keeping his distance - settling himself into the trees on the far side of the Edge from where the girl made her entrance. His bright, jeweled tones would have drawn far too much attention - revealing much more than she wished to reveal. Though, not having him by her side was enough to boost her anxiety levels. Petyr is a source of comfort for her - a guide on so many levels. It isn't until her mother's voice drifts towards her through the trees that she begins to calm and relax.

'Naerys!' she cries, except... her voice is almost fragile. Choked by an overflow of emotion that leaves the girl's heart squeezed and aching. Once more Naerys has hurt her. Once again she's done exactly what she never wanted to do. Yet it apparently comes naturally to her, as automatic as breathing.

She remains still, tucked into the shadows at the base of a tree, when Alysanne passes by. Mother doesn't know about her feline form and a small part of her almost wants to keep it that way - perhaps out of a selfish desire to keep it a guarded secret or perhaps because she is afraid of her reaction. But that small part isn't likely to win. Her gaze trails over the winged mare's face, noting every worried crease, the hopeful shine in those emerald eyes - every detail breaking her heart one tiny crack at a time. So lost is she in the moment, Naerys forgets about her own current state. "Mama!" she cries as she leaps from her shadowy refuge. The fluffy black cat races toward the mare, quite small by comparison, and before her brain has a chance to catch up to her heart she's rubbing affectionately against the mare's front leg - weaving in and out, purring loudly. "I'm sorry mama, I'm so sorry..." she murmurs as she circles around, her tail held high.

The flurry of emotion pulls at Petyr from where he sits, perched on a branch in the northern reaches of the Edge. It is indicative that his bonded is no longer alone, allowing the vivid hued magpie to return to her side. Frankly, he is a bit disappointed that only one had come to greet her. But he holds it secret because none could ever love her like he does. He soars low and fast, darting through the trees with a practiced speed and agility, only slowing when he nears their location. Pale eyes fill with a bemused laughter as he swoops in to land on a low branch of the tree Naerys had hidden beneath only moments ago. "You still cat." he chuckles but Naerys is too caught up in the moment to acknowledge his meaning. So he simply watches, waiting... always waiting.

@Alysanne
(Posting from my phone so I'll add the table later <3 )