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The realm of the night had settled around the Basin the rock formations casting long fingered shadows upon the valley, while the northern lights swirled above, illuminating enough for her to keep watch. The Thief was not asleep this night, but she rarely slept beneath the moon light. There was something about the ink toned sky dipped with its lights that kept her eyes wide open. It was not out of superstition, or a severe want, but the cycle in which she had been made to live. Faelene had never seen a point to break the pattern, especially now after those years. While there were guards, and soldiers who might scouting on their own when she was home she took it on herself to see what might appear before the break of dawn.
Large pupils like black liquid were taking in the grounds from the far off side of a hill, just where the trees began to separate, but she was hidden by their thick shadows. There was not a lot stirring, not even her fellow Unicorns. Times she might glimpse a curious hare who would dart back to the brush before peaking his head back out again. He must be waiting for another. Was her thought, but she didn't want to dwell on those kinds of things. She didn't need to convince herself over again she wasn't looking or waiting for anyone. She wasn't doing anything, but playing look out. Mouth clenched back a sound, she tipped her hind hock, her long red locks shifting across it. The morning would come, and then would she sleep? The red maned told herself she would. Though perhaps after she checked on her armor, and after she talked to Crowley. Yes, that idea was something to chew over. Was he creating something with his new rank? Was it hard, easy? She was tempted to see if she could help. She needed to do anything. Mind concentrating her silver irises picked out a small stone, a couple strides from where she stood. Focusing she slowly began to raise it from the ground. It trembled, but managed to hover for some seconds before she let it drop. What she really needed to test was her shield, but she would need a volunteer for that.
Black ears pulled against her head, she shook out her neck, and changed position seeing orange glow from the east. How soon the day came, and she zoned in on the stone once more. It barely lifted from its place when the most god awful scream broke out across her home, hitting off everything, driving into her skull, her brain. The lady flinched, her head tucking to her chest in protection. What on earth? Or was what the hell the better question?
Faelene disappeared into thin air, once it stopped she wasn't eager to find the source, but sensed she should. She rather be invisible when she came upon it.
[ooc;she can be ignored for now unless he saw her.
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