Irrydae had not spoken of her encounter with Evers. Not only because it seemed personal and almost secretive, but because she had no one to tell. No best friend to gossip with. Yes, she had made friends here in the Foothills, but she was close to no one. She felt segregated from The Grey. They were such a tight family and then there was Irrydae. But she didn't mind, bonds like that took time.

Her mind today was not on Evers, but on how she had lost the egg. She was not clever enough and yet again it had slipped through her fingers like when she had first come to Helovia and tried to rescue the egg. She wanted a companion so bad. A companion would fill the void of her social life. She had heard great things about the bond of a companion.

A cold wind ran down Irrydae's spine and she shivered, pulling in her wings and splaying out her feathers to cover more of her body, trying to keep as much body heat as she could. She grits her teeth together as the bone chilling wind blows through her. She snorts as a new scent reaches her nares and she turns fluidly towards the scent. She picks up her pace, muscles bunching under her purple and bay pelt as she launches off the ground, air catching her wings and lifting her up into the air. She glides smoothly, the gentle flap of her wings nearly silent as the wind whistles in her audits, golden orbs watching the ground below her fly by.

In no time, her eyes catch the blue figure of a unicorn stallion who has not waited upon the boarder of her land. A sigh escapes her lips, wings tilted slightly to let her body float to the ground. Her daggers press into the grass, light steps taken as she approaches the stranger. She stops suddenly, still hidden in the trees, upwind of the stallion as he makes his way further into the land. Was this the so-called Murder? The one who had tried to take Ophelia? Weariness grips Irrydae as she clenches her teeth, an idea quickly forming in her mind. She glides toward him, a smile on her purple lips. "... Murder, isn't it?" She says to him almost seductively. "I've heard about you." The words slide from her easily, old habits die hard- correct? Her mother would be so proud. "Interesting to find you here." She lets her wings unfurl and fall at her sides. "That was a bad decision." The words are barely out of her mouth before Irrydae stands tall, angling her wings toward him and pulling back before snapping them forward. The shining clumps of stars and stardust burst from her wings, barreling towards him. The instant it left her, her own energy dampened but she stood balanced, poised and ready to attack again. Northern lights streamed from the stars on the tips of her wings, swirling around her, a back up to her attack.

"You're coming with me, darling." Sarcasm filling her voice as her vocals returned silent.

"Speak"