Yes. Coming here might certainly have been a bad idea.

Phae was only mildly aware of the frosty Unicorn, as she sauntered below. Even as she picked up speed, she was hardly a blip on the mare's radar. She was after all, bound to the ground. She was no threat, and from this height, of little importance. Even as her call wafted up through the currents, carried un-mingled on the chill air, Phae was uninterested. What was interesting, was the dragon who suddenly flew her way. Delighted, Phae pricked her ears forward watching the silver creature easily match her altitude, then swiftly descend. Her lithe form seemed to spring after him - Phae tucked her forelegs tightly to her chest as she matched the dragon's spiral, opening and slowly closing her wings to maintain the inertia which carried her in his wake. Her eyes teared as the chill air blew steadily into them as her speed increased. Ultimately, she would blame her teared-eyes as the reason why she did not make the connection sooner: the dragon was with the unicorn. All too late, now only about 15 feet from the ground, did Phaedra realize her mistake. The dragon had lured her here - and as if too prove it, the Unicorn was now telling her to land.

Phaedra layed her ears back, but not in anger, out of fear. Phaedra had never fought a day in her life - struggled sure, but she was too finely built to dissuade an attacker. Head low, in almost a canine act of submission, Phae landed gracefully, although she allowed her large wings to stay outstretched and poised to lift her from the ground, should that become necessary. Her deep green eyes studied the unicorn - her toned mane and tail, her odd eyes..she appeared younger, though at the same time, the way she held herself, made that hard to tell. Phaedra flicked her tail uncertainly, saying nothing. One ear flicked forward inquisitively, yet her stance still remained very tense, ready to flee at any moment.

As Tinek landed atop Ophelia's head, Phaedra noticeably relaxed. Often, dragon's were trustworthy, if for no other reason than they were selfish creatures. If this brother of the sky was at ease with the ground-dweller, then it gave Phae reason to believe that she was not in any immediate danger. She nickered quietly as Tinek trilled, and turned a watchful gaze back to Ophelia.

She listened quietly, smiling and murming, "Tinek.." as Ophelia named him, uninterested in the mare's name, for the time being. Phaedra was not well-versed in the breeding and bonding of others. Perhaps if she was, she might have noticed that Ophelia was not simply a unicorn but a hybrid. Even if she hadn't, the bonded dragon should have been evidence of that, were she aware of such things. Alas, Phaedra came from a sheltered world - she had much to learn here.

Were you running from someone?

Phaedra looked at the mare, torn between her flighty instincts, and her intuition that this mare might be worthy of trusting. She knew that she could not live alone forever - and maybe this mare would have something to offer? If nothing else, Phaedra could easily distance herself from Ophelia, by taking to the skies. Phae tucked her wings neatly to her sides, sheltering her flanks from the cold. Her ears had slowly come forward too, causing her to look at ease - almost.

"Always" Phaedra murmured in remarkable honesty, in response to Ophelia's question. Meeting her two-toned gaze, Phaedra nodded once in affirmation. She searched the mare's calm and peaceful gaze, uncertainly.

As Tinek leapt from Ophelia, Phae's wings immediately shot from her sides. Her fear did not lay with the dragon, but with the idea that perhaps he was moving from Ophelia, because she was preparing to attack. Her warm breath puffed from her nostrils in paltry comparison with the frost -breath which Tinek was emitting. Her curiosity quickly displaced her fear, and Phae's wing's dropped down to her sides, the tips of some of the feathers even falling into the snow, as her head dropped to Tinek's level, inspecting the dissipating frosty outburst.

No longer spooked, Phae raised her head, carefully listening to Ophelia's words. Her heart clenched uneasily as certain words repeated themselves in her mind. Sister...Phaedra longed for family. She had the naive belief that families always protected one another - were always ones who could be counted on. Together, we protect one another...welcome to join.. Was it really that easy? You could just...belong? Just like that? Surely not. Phaedra narrowed her gaze, once against scrutinizing Ophelia's calm and pleasant stare. Was this a trick? Why would they want Phaedra? What did she have to offer? Would there be some gruesome initiation?

Phaedra shook her head uncertainly. "I would have nothing to offer." She replied, almost sadly. She could fly. Quickly. That was all. She was no fighter - she could not protect anyone. She was no vixen either - for all of her potential beauty, she was neither suave nor enticing towards men. She could not heal, either. Perhaps...could they teach her? But what would the price be?

Phaedra snorted as the dragon's muzzle met hers. For a moment she wondered how exactly it came to be, that this dragon shared a bond with Ophelia. He certainly did not seem like a pet or a slave...Then again, Unicorn's were tricky. Still...maybe it was something the 'Grey' that Ophelia spoke of, could explain. Phae suddenly felt an overwhelming desire to have a companion, who could provide companionship, and aid in keeping her safe.

Smiling, for the first time in their encounter, Phaedra nodded her head, pulling her wings closer to her flanks. The chilling wind seemed to also be suggesting that she get a move on. She looked south, spinning on her haunches to follow Ophelia. Rather sheepishly she walked abreast the other mare, "I think I would like to learn...to help." A new feeling was beginning to take hold of the flighty mare - a sense of purpose. Maybe this...this Grey could give her a duty? A purpose? A reason to stop running away. She would prove it to them, one way or another, she would find some way to be of value.