Promises were unforgotten, lingering somewhere in the shadows, bright words inscribed within the darkness. A promise to a friend was most prominent, the alabaster man who was cloaked in scars, lingered alone waiting to be taken forward. She searches, even taking the aid of clouds to find this Ophelia. The mare she envisions is beautiful, a radiant woman who glows with breath-taking features and an elegant stride. The beaut sees this unfamiliar woman as being a fallen angel, a soft spoken childe taken from the sky and clipped of her wings. But this is only imagination at work, nothing more. What his Ophelia truly looked like was yet to be discovered.

Walking through the heavens upon the Earth Island, a dark avian upon shimmering, fragile shoulders, a swift stride picked up when music rings through the air. Sing-song voices, sweet, delicate music swaying through the area, a gathering with a large fire and many others gathered around it. She takes a step forward to watch a mare of white pass her by, something in her mind wants her to speak with this woman but she instead presses forward, finding herself stepping forward to admire the blazing fire that looks so beautiful on this moonlit night. Glancing around her, she opens her lips for but a sentence, not desiring to sing. "Is there an Ophelia here?" She looks at all the strange faces, but finds herself frowning as there are few. Instead she listens to the sweet voices, the steady rhythms and finds her hips swaying.

Her light had gone but returns now with assortments of flowers within sharp talons, colors that are dazzling and beautiful. Placing them upon the ground, the dark animal begins to weave the beaut's tail, using his beak and talons to weave the liquid glass into a braid, weaving flora into the crystalline locks. It is swift work, the owl settling onto her withers before crawling up to her crest, having woven a floral crown he places it atop her head, letting it settle there, although too big she still smiles when it's placed upon her crania.

She glances around, listening to the sweet voices that ring out like silver bells, finally deciding that she wanted to dance. Stepping before the flickering fires, she begins to twirl, raising herself upon two legs, raising her forelegs one at a time, she dances with elegance, graceful moves displayed before hungry flames that reach for the sky. She closes her eyes for a moment, sweeping down with her head before raising it again, letting herself dance about, letting herself go. She lets her troubles and worries melt away, slinking away into the shadows as the moon's light washes over her, her body moving fluently as she dances.

When her intricate dance is over, she bows down upon one knee, mane washing over the earth as her neck bends, nose kissing the dirt. She raises herself up and smiles, feeling joy fill her heart as she slips back into the shadows, letting others wander before her. Her light returns with more flowers, settling onto her nape with flowers in talon. He gazes upon everyone, silver pools washing over the fire, lighting up upon laying upon the flickering tongue of the flames.

"Sweet Lullabies"
- her tail is braided similarly to rapunzel's hair from tangled ( although not as thick ) with assortments of flowers & petals in it -