Phae had heard that 'others' - ganger-somethings, had been prowling around Helovia. From what the spy had gathered, by stepping outside of a herd boundry, you opened yourself up to having your physical body cloned in some sense, which could then run amuck around the lands. As such, Phae had stayed for the most part, well within the Foothills. She is, and always would be, the only Phaedra. Others had tried - to copy her flirtatious defenses, and some even rivaled her own beauty - but none came close to having the total package. Of that, she was quite certain, especially with the new addition of her magic. She did not fear the competition for top siren amongst the other Helovians, but the idea of a doppel-thing, did worry her somewhat. Even so, she could not be content in the Foothills. It was too...safe. The forest had been full of mystery and suspense, but after winning the Foothills, she found that things had become complacent, and boring. So, regardless of the Threat of a ganger-something, Phae took to the air, headed towards the Foothills, and her only true friend.

Phae relished the feeling of air under her downy wings, as she glided towards the desert. It felt good to be airborn, and even better to get some exercise. For the most part, she had worked off the baby-fat she had accumulated while carrying the twins. In that regard, the curse she was placed under actually helped, for her body gained very little weight during her pregnancy. As the Throat slowly came into view, Phae wondered just how hard it was going to be, to find her snowy-friend. Mentally, she sent an image to Stella, of Sohalia, asking her to keep her sharp eyes on the lookout. With a trill, Stella glided lower somewhat, scanning the orangey-red ground for the brilliant white mare.

As soon as she was within the borderes, Phae heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that at least for now, she was safe from the doppel-things. Spiraling loosely towards the ground, Phae aimed to land near the naturally occuring lake, for the air was slightly cooler from the moisture of the water. Landing with a soft thud, Phae folded her downy wings to her sooty sides, and began the process of seeking out her friend. Slowly, she began to walk to the east of the oasis, while Stella remained in the skies, circling over head, and sending her bonded images of the creatures that she could see from her vantage point.

"Soh, where are you?" The sooty spy mumbled, hoping that perhaps she would stumble upon Note, or someone who might know where she could find Sohalia.