Phoenix Maplewood There are like magnets in his hair that attract planes

;)

A passerby, is what she called herself, despite disliking the notion. She couldn't deny that a reason she took a long route to enter the valley was to re-see the place Uriel originally set her heart onto. A beauty in winter, and perhaps even greater in summer- but it seemed two claimed as a hunting ground, as an obvious scent was smelled. However, it wasn't their home, but their grounds to run about, they couldn't put guards everywhere. She felt at least that much, would be a safe stroll through while desiring to take peek over to the valley over yonder.

Though.. She seemed to be a bit too close to another, a familiar scent of what her mind first registered as enemy, and danger.