The Moon Goddess left. And suddenly the Edge felt... different. Without the Goddess' presence and protection, the only home she'd ever known didn't feel like home anymore. Helovia didn't feel like home anymore. All that remains is uncertainty and fear. There is no denying the black seed of dread that has settled in the depths of her core, spreading rapidly through her and leaving her feeling almost cold. This is it. This is the end. Kaos will be the death of everything she knows. Three years is all she gets.

Three turbulent, emotionally draining years.

And what does she have to show for it? Nothing. She hasn't made a name or career for herself and her relationships are mediocre at best. Yet Naerys refuses to wait around in the Edge for the final, fatal blow that will end her life. Frankly, everyone seemed scattered. The young spy doesn't readily see any glimpse of Mauja, her aunt, her mother, or her younger half siblings anywhere amongst the eerily quiet Edge and so she leaves. She charges for the cliffs and leaps into the air at the last possible moment then circles around to head east. The girl soars with her beloved, brightly colored companion for as long as she can, clinging to one of her few remaining joys with an intense desperation. Yet even the sky seems bleak. Everything in her little world seemed to be more dim and lackluster than she ever remembered it to be. She had to land eventually, unless... no. Naerys is too much of a coward to take herself out before Kaos has the chance. Even that small glimmer of an idea was enough to tear at her heart and flash the faces of her nearest and dearest through her mind.

Petyr's knowing glance doesn't escape her notice but she chooses not to acknowledge it. Instead, she simply shakes her head softly then swoops in to land somewhere in the depths of the Labyrinth. Yet as she unceremoniously folds her wings against her sides, she is quick to realize that she and Petyr aren't alone (ironic that they were more alone in the Edge than they are here near the middle of this maze of green). Teal eyes quickly and efficiently scan her surroundings - landing rather abruptly on a dark figure with eyes that practically matched her own. Without hesitation and with an air of confidence that is mostly external (as is evidenced by the clear increase in her heart rate) she approaches. It's amazing how easily one changes when death lurks in the nearest corner.

"Hello." she says sweetly as she draws near, purple passionflowers begin to grow around her hooves shortly after she stops. Petyr lands effortlessly upon her shoulders, his nearly white gaze staring unabashedly at the stallion - the extent of his intimidation for now. "I'm Naerys and that's Petyr." And suddenly she doesn't know what else to say. They're all going to die soon anyway, right?