It had only been a few days since the short-lived Invasion had ended, and yet every fiber of Phaedra's being was still keenly prepared for more. She was on edge. She was angry, and angsty and unyeildingly furious at having been sent into battle.

Into fucking war. She was a spy, and not even a muscular one at that. Her body was long and lean - designed as if specifically for flight and speed. She had little stamina on the ground, and likely even less when it came to throwing her body at another. Up until the Invasion, that hadn't bothered her. Prior to Helovia, she sought the comfort of men to protect and care for her. However, after Ophelia had given her a home and a purpose, she found protection from the Gray, allowing her to focus her efforts on improving her skills as a spy. Never before had she considered that one day she would be left on her own - whether that be by Ophelia's leaving, or Archibald throwing her into chaos. Never before had she a desire to learn to fight.

But now she did. Now she damn well did. Perhaps it was because she had never truly been beaten down physically before - a bruise on her chest? What was that, compared to the exhaustive list of other injuries she might have sustained? What about a blow to her pretty face? She might well rethink this crusade she was on, but as the idea has not occurred to her, on she marches.

On foot, Phaedra stomps through the Foothills. She is one of the few pegasus who dwell her, and as she is searching for an equine, she confines herself to the ground. Mentally she sends a picture of Archibald to Stella, reinforcing that that is who they are after, not supposing that they will encounter someone else on their march.

Circe's call reaches Phaedra's ears, and her gaze narrows. Moving swiftly towards the sound, Phaedra tries to pick out who is moving in the darkness below. It is difficult to tell, for Circe's coat blends in well with the night, but she is one of the few leonine-unicorns that dwell in the Foothills, and with Stella's mental confirmation, Phaedra moves closer.

"You!" She yells, her normally flirtatious sing-song voice now straining to sound demanding and domineering. "Circe!" -Archibald's fuck buddy. She thinks, grating her teeth together. Her tail lashes confidently at her hocks, as she halts a few feet away. "Just where the hell have you been. There was an Invasion sugar, or were you too busy being Archibald's pet to do your damn job?!"

Indignantly, she stomped a hoof into the lush ground, tossing her dainty head with a snort. At her side, Stella hovers, her dark gaze narrowed at Circe, as her bright orangey-yellow face displays a look of unsureness. Not Archibald? We go.. The bird mentally sent to her bonded, whose gaze remained locked on the dark mare. An undeserved mask of confidence covered her dainty features, as her body glistened with small points of starlight, casting wavering shadows onto the ground.

[WC: 521
Intro.
Attack: 0/3
M&C: 0/2.]

*Requested stats from Tamme for Circe and Phaedra*

Join the waves in the ocean?
Or let my soul fade away, in the dark?
Cause I've gone astray,
& all my flowers turned to dandelions.