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There was a sound, a quiet rhythm out there, something lurking beneath her pulse, and falling breath. The red maned didn't move, she held her stance if unnoticed and unbothered, waiting for them to come to her. If she was right in her suspicion it was someone she had her own thoughts about. A reason she might have been here.
"I wasn't aware you stalked females," Came her loose lipped response, her hind leg shifting beneath her. She did not at all look to see her who the talking to her, she didn't need to. She was flatly ignoring the repeating question for effect, as what Phaedra had done to her in the first place. And yet Faelene was offering her more than Phaedra had when they had started this. The dark mare at the same time wasn't counting on much of an intelligent conversation. History was doomed to repeat itself. Maybe, the absence of Tolio would prove benefiting for logic. Faelene would love to give her the benefit ot the doubt. Then again, there was some things Faelene couldn't make herself believe either. She wasn't naive, and hopeful. She didn't have a powerful holding to good outcomes. She saw the shadows, and filth for what they were. Since Phaedra was a mare, she must harbor some ill emotions even more so after their brief encounter, and Faelene could guess those were only under cover waiting for the perfect time to be released. Would she find her moment of courage on her turf?
The gold dusted winged caught in her silver irises, Faelene was waiting for more bait. Was she thinking this was her chance? Faelene was more on her grounds, where the band she served called home. If trouble she could always call for help. Briefly, Fae played with the idea if the spotted would like to call for her friends just to see her leave, make a fuss. Faelene had no plans, nor severe want to hurt her. If one thing she wanted to understand her by dipping into the means of her past, however unlikely, and uncomfortable that would be. It was the best way to figure what made someone tick. Another angle, another whim she wouldn't bet on. It was extraordinary what anyone would blabber about without thinking. Tor, how easily she had told of names, and purposes. Phaedra was probably well equipped with decent, and treachery of her own. What a fun game.
A turn of an ear, Faelene let her eyes slip to her more delicate carved features. She rather talk to a superior, or find a single item of interest so she didn't wish her harm. That was only for the sake of her friend, and nothing more. She was afraid she would only find more lines to despise the creature, sealing some unknown fate. Could they come to an agreement? As if bored she drew out a long breath, and relaxed her leg while taking in the ancient trees with the most peculiar marks. This place she wondered what appealed to the Pegasus. Did she like this band for it's different structure, the freedom? The forest wasn't exactly open flying ground, would it prevent her from running away?
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