Was that...?

No. Couldn't be.

Your Knight is here...

Golden ears tilted back against a lithe and well proportioned skull, covered with a mass of creamy curls, that continued down a finely arched neck. Her wings beat the air with less force now, as she listened below, dazzling sea-green gaze peering into the darkness.

Will you swoon for everyone to see?

Unmistakable. Tolio. Laughter lit her gaze, but her mouth remained in a tight line as she glided. Mentally, she sent a pulse to Stella, urging her to be silent. Although the bird had no idea why, she held back the trill that was ready to burst from her breast.

Descending like a hornet to a fresh piece of meat, Phaedra fell from the skies. Behind her trailed an array of shimmer, as if her swift drop from the heavens had caused the stars to trail along behind her, sad to see her go. In actuality, it was the magic gifted to her by the Moon-bitch's star-bear. It caused her coat to shimmer and sparkle as if lit from within, and made it look as though bits of starlight were forever caught in her silken mane and tail.

For a moment, she toyed with the idea of evading his call, of letting Archibald find him first, and wipe that smug grin off of his face for daring to step un-welcomed into the Foothills, but no.

No dear Knight; that pleasure will be all mine.

Her wings fluttered in the night, and suddenly Tolio was showered with stardust, as Phaedra landed delicately before him, in all of her golden glory. He was right, that she couldn't resist his call, but welcome him with a kiss? I think not.

"You!" She called, her sweet chimes revealing a dangerously sharp edge. Her right wing stretched out, meaning to cuff him smartly on the shoulder. Her sea-green gaze shone brightly, reflecting the starsheen on her coat, as she regarded him evenly. Did he even know what she had gone through, while he was off galavanting? And on that note - "Nevermind the flowers sugar, just where have you been?"

A dainty hoof rose into the air as if meaning to slam down to emphasize her point. Yet given the mud that had covered the Foothills, she thought better of this, and merely kicked at a blade of grass attempted to pop up instead. As she looked at him, her cinnamon stallion, her anger began to wane. Still the question of where he had been, why he had gone, still lingered in the back of her mind, but her love had begun to outweigh the anger in her mind.

Biting her cheek to keep from smiling, she cocked her head arrogantly to the side, tussling her forelock from her eyes as she did so. "Did you even miss me?" She inquired snarkily, eyebrow raised skeptically as she stared at him, feigning a cool uncaring attitude.