As soon as she was heard, the stranger's attention was regained, and he wasn't pleased with his silent visitor. A demanding shout allowed the frail woman's ears to lay back in fear, her heart beating hard in her chest within a split second. From this far away she could easily turn and run.. No, not easily, she had no idea where she was going. On top of being easily lost, the doe wasn't known for being agile nor quick; she was filth, remember? The rag doll's throat tightens while the stranger rips a chunk of sod from the freezing earth, each breath full of lively steam clouds and one as ragged as the next.

      The show only grew worse, those wings she had just day dreamed about moments before now making her want to dissolve into a pool of shame and sink into the soil below. The golden-splashed brute raised himself off of the ground, a powerful thrust of his massive wings sending the remaining thistle plants scattering off of their shoots and tumbling toward the shaking doll. So many tears of Adelis' have already been shed in Helovia - she was sure they would be the reason for vegetation to once again return in Birdsong - and once more her vision was blurred behind hot tears as they swelled on dark lids.

      Intimidated, and heavily reminded of her entire childhood, the doe raised her antlered head, searching for a way out of this mess before she was beaten and left for dead by this strange and violent man. The tiny chain, proving always to be more of a hassle than a blessing, slipped across a low hanging twig that sprouted perfectly off of the branch. The silver pendant pulled hard while the brutt swung her head the opposite direction; the chain, strong enough to not snap in half, clacked against bone and made the rag doll freeze in her steps once more. "No-" she whimpered, eyes reaching up to try to spot the necklace as it dangled between limb and antler. "No, no, no, please don't!" she finally spoke up, likely loudly enough for the outraged male to hear.

      Scared and unsure of what to do, Adelis shook her skull, listening to the metal clink against itself and rake across bone and bark. Dark lips tightened while she held back a sob, now pulling herself forward and the chain slipping off of the twig. Freed from the branch, the ghostly pale woman slid from the shadows. Bright, wet eyes peeking up at the brute from behind a wild forelock and a swaying gem inlaid in silver. Her legs trembled, sprawled out like an hour long old foal finding their strength and following their mother. "I'm sorry." A whimper, choking back those same hot tears that had somehow not spilled onto her dainty, dished face.

"Speech"
@[Bucephalus]