Phaedra wasn't normally the humming-type. Or the singing. It was probably because she had only an-okay voice, but today, with no one around, she let herself. If things could transpose from world to world, one might recognize the tune as "Hallelujah" by a creature called "Cohen". But she version she hummed, was closer to that sung by something called "Wainwright". But it makes no difference here. It's pretty and sad, sort of like her, but it isn't due to any deep psychological reasoning that she's humming it. She just sort of likes it, and it doesn't sound too bad as it strums her vocal cords.

What is certainly out of character, is the fact she's walking. Normally, Phae stays in the skies as long as she can. For the most part, she is safer there. Although there is far less cover than there is on the ground, Phae has only met 2 others who could best her in a full out race. Grimacing at the thought, she suppressed those dark memories, and continued to walk. She had been swimming the day before and woke up incredibly sore. Realizing that perhaps she could use some exercise which didn't involve her wings, she had decided to peruse through the Fields, as she had never been to them before. She was upwind of Leander, and did not catch his scent on the wind. It was only until she his angry shout, that she was aware of his presence. Trap! Her mind screamed as she abruptly stopped humming. Her wings stretched out to their full width, as she prepared herself physically to flee.

Her green eyes narrowed as she focused on her possible-assailnt. She recognized those large mahogany wings...and that sultry palomino coat. Leander His name drifted through her mind. He had been her target only days ago. She had followed him silently, gaining information in an attempt to steal him away from his heard, of only for a short while. To get him alone. And now here he was...He must have seen me, she thought. Biting her lip, she recollected the hours spent trailing him with the utmost caution. She was almost positive that he was unaware of her presence and yet...Here he is.. She doubted very much it was chance. If she took flight now, even if he was some how luring her towards him, she could still escape. He was much larger than her, and his wing-size alone would grant him speed, but she was lithe and an expert at aerial defence manoeuvres. She could get away. Still... As her eyes narrowed, she noticed how...cold? he looked. Not due to the temperature but his demeanour somehow, had changed. Uncertainty welled up within her, as she stared at the strange stallion. Muscles aching, Phaedra decided to simply wait and watch...if he had noticed her, she would decide what to do, then.