Her magic was gone. Gone. Without it, Phae felt naked - and not the good sort of naked-feeling, either. This feeling was like a... a void. Her ability to slip silently through the trees without rustling so much as a twig - gone. The burning pink-hot flame within her belly - gone. Even the trail of star dust and shimmer that accompanied her, after her brief (but exquisite) encounter with the small bear-cat from the stars - gone. Only her bond with Stella remained, and for that, she was eternally grateful. High above, Stella's avian gaze searched below, sending images in flashes. The pair were nearly about to turn around, when Stella's images sparked recognition in the spy's mind. Apollo?!

Indeed, it seemed that the painted stallion was wandering about the Threshold...but why? Although fear gripped her flighty mind, she thought back to their near death experience on the beach, and the few innocent, but sweet kisses that they had shared. Nibbling on her lip, she mentally advised Stella to bring her to the painted stallion, so that she could bring him home.

Trotting forward as quickly as she dared, the sooty spy's sea-green gaze was wide, as she tried to grab hold of any and all light possible. She could feel twigs branches pulling on her wavey mane, as she forced her way through the forest, and towards her Grey-brother. A female voice, made her pull up short, nostrils flaring, and ears pinned back. Wrong one! She mentally sent to Stella, fearing that her bonded had led her to another unicorn wandering the Threshold. I don't have time! We need to go home! With a trill from high above, Stella reiterated the images, urging Phaedra forward. With a grown, the palomino slowed her pace, gaze vaguely narrowed as Andreas came into view. Her breath caught in her chest as she realized the misunderstanding - this was surely the source of the female voice, and yet it - she - looked so much like Apollo.

"Where ever it went sugar, we aren't going to find it wandering out here." Although she felt nervous, and on edge due to the sudden disappearance of her magic, and the blackened sky, her tone was still flirtatious and playful. From the sky, Stella dropped down, rustling some leaves on her way, to land comfortably on Phaedra's withered. Her bright orangey-yellow face peered at the Unicorn mare, a decidedly I-told-you-so smirk upon her avian face.