Inwardly, Phaedra approved of the looks that each stallion had given her. She was constantly thankful for this one natural trait, that she possessed. Although, after having been in Helovia, she came to realize that nearly every female here was outstandingly beautiful, in some way. Where she had come from, her beauty was unique, but in Helovia, a few odd spots did not compare with Ophelia's bi-coloured eyes, for example. Still, maybe here it was the commonality of her appearance, that was unique?

She smiled politely as they both asked her name. looking to Apollo, she shook her head slightly. "No 'miss', just Phaedra. Or Phae, should that suit you better." She paused, regarding each stallion carefully. Apollo certainly seemed genuinely friendly. Just another wanderer, looking to learn more about the new place in which he found himself. "There are many places you could start, Apollo. But it all depends on what you are looking for. There are only three herds in Helovia; the Foothills, the Throat, and the Edge. However, there a number of sects, you could call them. The ex-Edg and the Plague are probably the most predominant. Then there is The Grey." She spoke these last words with a sense of pride. And why not?

Her tail flicked back and forth with curiousity as the other stallion stepped forward, drawing himself up to his full height and extending his wings ever so slightly. Phaedra marveled at the blue tips, mentally noting that once again, being plain, as she was, did seem to be unique here. As he tossed his head, revealing the same blue streaks in his mane, he asked why she was here. For the briefest of moments, Phae wished that she had a more intimidating presence. But alas, she would make due with the skills that she did have. She stepped between the two, a sudden flirtatiousness creeping into her cool green gaze. Raising a wing tip, she brushed it along Alcina's wither, just near his wing joint, shooting him an enticingly look, as she appraised his muscular form. Raising an eyebrow approvingly, she continued. Now her attention turned to Apollo, who although shorter than Alcina, was not without and powerful build, either. She eyed his horn, marveling at how a creature born with a natural weapon portruding from his brow, could be so friendly. It seemed odd to her, as if Unicorn's were always armed.

Moving to the other side, she halted and turned around, now in the opposite place of where she had begun. Eyeing both, she tossed her head prettily, intentionally moving her sandy mane from her chest, where the Amulet of the Earth she wore, lay. She was not worried about either of them attacking her - though if they did, the amulet would protect her. Moreso, it was a demonstration of what being in The Grey could mean, protection. Strength. Alcina's question still lingered in the back of her mind, in answering, she turned a strategically alluring gaze towards him. "I am here, to see if any who wander into Helovia, are worthy of joining The Grey. Those who would recruit for their own herds, often do not mention the other...opportunities that are available to them. The Grey takes only the finest warriors, and the most prominent slueths into their midst, and employs Medics as well. They provide protection of their members, and serve as a mercenary group available to all of Helovia, if payment details can be arranged." She looked from Alcina to Apollo. Both certainly had the strength to join the warriors, under Ktulu's guidance, but they might not necessarily want to. Perhaps they would join her, in Intelligence? Or Tor as a healer?

She really didn't know why anyone wouldn't want to join their ranks. In her mind, it was a prestigious group; righteous and strong. After all, none of their members had ever been allowed to be stolen or kept prisoner before.