He had taken off in an instant, a blur of black and blue that launched into the sky with purposeful force. She could do nothing but stare after him for a moment with sad, purple eyes before launching her own slender form into the air. She would be damned if she had managed to get lost in this foreign land by herself. Leliel would be in trouble when she eventually found him, the pale mare would make sure of this. However, it was not truly anger that rested deep in her chest, but worry. A fear that her beloved was being haunted by the demons of her past, even if she might be considered one of them. She could not idly stand by and watch him be swallowed whole like he was before he left Janat. The pink and golden mare would not allow it this time.

Leliel was fast, but she was also swift. In a saner state of mind, she could more easily navigate the skies as well. This was what she used to keep the figure of black and blue, massive bulk of dark colored wings, in her line of vision as he flew haphazardly away from the scene they had just been a part of. Her lungs pumped oxygen in, trying to keep up with his pace but finding her endurance was lacking. Her pace soon slackened, even as his form broke through the clouds and disappeared from the line of her purple eyes anyway. A sigh exhales, even as she lifts higher, past the clouds, to get a better look. Much to her surprise, an expanse of a meadow unrolls, much like their home in Janat. She knew all too well that they had not managed to return home. She had been traveling for days before stumbling upon this place. Her eyes scour the ground below, until the darkened body bruised with blue reveals itself all too easily. Soft feathered wings make her descend quietly, softly, and she catches herself upon the grassy floor at a canter to keep moving toward him, pink mane strewing behind her easily.

It is hard for her, to keep her normally high spirit in tact when she watches Leliel throw his body around in a silent protest to the Gods, the Gods she had never believed in. The Elder Council would have every citizen of Janat think that the Gods had blessed them, but she thought it was all a lie, especially if Leliel was to be excluded from this acceptance. Quietly she slacks to a walk as she approaches him, circling from behind to come up beside him, much as she had been standing when she first arrived in the forest. Her head drops, purple eyes shifting from under bright lashes to look at Leliel's face shyly, like the filly she had thought was left behind. It takes her a moment of looking at those somber blue eyes before she snaps back into reality, realizing how pathetic she was being. Leliel, a tragic stallion or not, was still insanely rude for leaving a lady behind in a foreign land. Her head jumps up, after that sympathetic gaze, and the vibrant lady in pink, that brightly dressed flower, is back.

"You are really cruel to me, Lele," she says with an all too abrupt and loud voice, glancing at him from behind tresses of pink and gold. "Leaving me behind in a strange place. All I wanted to do was make sure you were alright." Her voice gets quiet, vulnerable, for a brief second as a wavering question falls out last. "Do you really take my heart so lightly?"