As Irma swooped down to steal the fresh kill, Stella chittered at the larger owl angrily. She had never experience this sort of thievery before, and was not at all appreciative. She projected feelings of dismay and anxiousness to Phae's mind, but the sooty palomino was not paying attention; she was far too lost in the confusion of her new appearance, and of the suddenly arrival of Mauja, to pay much attention to the slighted little chick.

As the large spotted unicorn arrived, speaking to the coloured mare, Phae suddenly wondered if she had unknowingly entered into some meeting of the Basin? She could tell them that she was a member of the Grey…that she had spoken to Psyche and that they had offered their services…It wasn't as though Psyche had turned them down per se…The palomino believed that if push came to shove, Psyche would rather be victorious, rather than perish for lack of asking for aid. Even so, she certainly did not look as though she belonged to a group of mercenaries. She looked like she belonged to death.

Although missing teeth, you must speak clearly. And no, whatever is wrong with you is not reversible.

Not reversible. Speak clearly? How was she to do that? As their condescending eyes washed over her in waves of disapproval, it suddenly became too much to bear. The mangy skin, the molted wings, the missing teeth and sagging skin, her emaciated appearance - her missing hair; she could bear it no longer. I can't stand hornless horses So he is from the Basin Phae assumed, looking with sunken eyes to Mauja. She had no idea who the lost frost-King was, but didn't want to stick around to find out; she was a pegasus amongst racists, after all.

Breathing rapidly, appearing as though she would hyperventilate, Phae looked to Stella, urgently sending her mental commands to come and follow. Normally she spoke aloud to the chick, forcing her to learn to speak, rather than communicate only telepathically with simple imagery. Now however, given her current company and current state, she decided it was warranted to take the easy route. Shuffling her wraith-like wings on her skinny flanks, she wondered if she even possessed the ability to fly anymore - she weighed significantly less, and so the scrawny wings may still support flight. However, given the number of feathers that she had lost, she very much doubted that they still remained aerodynamic enough for flight. Shuffling, now fully aware of the decay of her body, Phae limped from sight.