It felt as thought Phaedra had been walking for miles. She was used to flying, and covering the ground much quicker, however the thickness and age of the tree's that had taken up residence here, made that impossible. After she had departed from the icy mare, Ophelia and her dragon Tinek, she assumed there wouldn't be far to go, before she came upon the other members of The Grey. How could she be apart of something she knew so little about? But...she had taken one little detour...Phaedra curled her golden neck in and spied the amulet which hung around her neck. She marvelled at the odd light it held, and the way that it felt, just to hold it.

The forest was empty - at least where she was, or so she thought. With a nervous gaze, she looked around, suddenly very aware of the thudding of her own pulse. The amplified sound of nothing-ness made it actually seem like there was a cacophony of sound - every leaf and branch seemed to scream out at her with each passing step, or breeze. With a shiver, Phaedra reached out one of her tawny wings and gently tucked the amulet under tangles of sand-coloured mane. Out of sight. Satisfied, she enveloped her flanks with her wings, trying to block out the chill. Although the tree's provided natural shelter from the cold, it had still worked its magic fingers deep into her flesh, making her feel numb, and alone.

The Grey...Yes. That is why she was here. She didn't want to be afraid any longer. Perhaps they could teach her...teach her to be stronger. Ophelia had a dragon - why shouldn't she? Had Phaedra known more about bonded species, she would have realized that a Zephyr was more likely, but wishful thinking is still just that. She didn't know how the God's worked in this place, only that they did. Perhaps The Grey could teach her about that too.. .But for now...again she thought of the stolen amulet. For now, perhaps she could buy herself some time...time to learn what they could teach her. In the mean time, she would rely on her skills as a thief, should they prove useful.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of frozen earth being further compressed - a lurching and painful sort of sound. Phaedra's wings immediately unfurled, striking against tree's on both sides. Not only was the sky blocked by the thick thrush of the tree's, but there is no way she could achieve lift with her wings cramped as they were. Fearfully, as that habit had not yet been broken, her wild green gaze cast around, looking for what caused the sound.