Blackbeak Bluff My luck, my love, my God they came from pain

The stranger calls to her and she stiffens, a rock careening off into the wilds below and she can see herself


falling

falling

 

falling

but when she turns back to look at him, she is not.  Her ears and tail stand at attention, a soft wag offered as she lowers her head, a curious noise formed at the back of her throat.  She closes some of the distance between them, prickling, looking over and scenting him.

It has been so long since she has seen someone else.  Phaedra is almost unsure of how to act, so instead she does nothing.