Flycatcher Downs until we go down

mona could not shake the sensation that in some way, she knew the woman who stood before her — but how? and yet, both cortland and constantine lived in this land. it was not beyond the realm of possibility that they were others of her kith who had remained here, or found their way back after the sundering of donnelaith.
suddenly seized with a deep nervousness she could not explain, some whisper of warning or flightiness rising in her blood, mona did not wish to introduce herself. hoping fervently that the other would not align them toward such, the firebird lifted her slim muzzle to the air, searching for a quarry, but the soft words widened her gaze.
the mayfair stared once more at her companion, sensation of speech evading her quite thoroughly. crimson ears slanted; mona breathed a sigh that hung with anticipation, a wariness she could not help. "you remind me of someone also." not merely someone — the timid spark that mona carried, a dream of a world wherein she was not alone.