Phedre awoke in the nook created by the warrior-statue's elbow. The extended arm with the pointed sword at it's end, served as a comfortable napping place during the peak afternoon heat waves. Not only was she in the shadow of the massive waterfall, but she enjoyed the random mistings from the crashing water before her. It took a few days to get used to the roar of the falls, but soon you could hear nothing of it. It was a distant hum in the back of her brain. The smell was clean, considering the constant dampness and the moss growing on the slipping rocks.


((OOC: Sorry it's short! Suddenly life is busy...)

Ranewen has personally liked the large monument, and the falls. She had been here many times before in her lifetime - even from before she was a Goddess. She had learned to ignore the falls and focus on everything else around it and be able to hear everything normally, while a normal person might just flip out about how loud they were. Ranewen smirked at the falls and then saw something odd about the statue: in its elbow was a dark shadow-like structure. She frowned and moved ever-closer, walking silently as if she wasn't there. But her power would be enough to have someone feel like she was right in their face, but yet she was over ten yards away still. Is that...who I think it is? she asked herself in awe as she stared up at the statue.

((S'okay. :)))

Her senses strong, the waterfall's crashing and the Goddess' light stepping still made it impossible for Phedre to hear her approaching. Still there was a certain feeling, a small weight in her mind that made her open her eyes to glace around her. The Goddess' figure was a mere shadow in the dense darkness that the waterfall omitted, but a sense of familiarity stopped Phedre from drawing her weapon. Bringing her knees up to her chest, and swiveling her body to the side, Phedre leaped down from the statue's nook to land with a dull thud on the ground. Many other's would have slipped with the sudden impact on the slick rock ground, but it was many months and years of training that made it simple reflex for the assassin.

She rose to stand straight in one fluid motion, looking unblinking at the shadowy person before her. "Hello," she said softly, speaking as though she knew exactly who the visiter was despite not being able to see a detail of them at all. Phedre let a relaxed smile slip onto her face as she stretched her arms over her head awaiting a reply. One word would give away their character.

Ranewen watched the figure drop to the ground with a light thud on the ground. Ranewen smiled. Why, yes, it was who she thought it had been! Ranewen could see Phedre as easily as she could during the day, for she had the ability to have night vision quite naturally. Not only her Goddess position being the darkness, but also because of the spells she had acquired while becoming a mage. “Greetings, Dear Phedre. It has been far too long since our last meet. And I come with good news,” she said with a grin upon her face as she let her hand relax on her sword. She was sure it had been Phedre, but these days one could not expect what to happen. Her hand slid down next to her and she watched Phedre with her golden, Erinyes eyes.

“Has all been well, my friend?” Ranewen had asked. Her form, today had been a small girl with blond hair, her long blond hair falling down below her shoulders and out of a hood pulled up. Her wings, however, were still there, and no one could mistake those deadly eyes. With one look, a man could be asking for death. She, however, did not intend to do any such thing to Phedre. They had been friends for some time now. “Ah, and before I forget… Congratulations on becoming a Knight of Imythess,” she said and bowed respectfully, even though she didn’t really need to.

Phedre may not have recognized the form, but she knew the voice well. Ranewen, an old friend, took her in when most was lost. Phedre watched the goddess with a friendly smile, it seemed they had both made the same bond... walking the path of the Erinyes. Her gold eyes blinked in aknowledgement. Bending low, in respect rather than need, Phedre smiled back at Ranewen, "It has been too long." Running a hand through her hair she looked curiously at the woman, walking towards her in order to engage in a more intimate convorsation, "Well?" Phedre asked herself, "yes, things have been much better. Thank you. And with yourself? How have you been in this absence of ours?"

Phedre stared at her feet a moment, before brushing the collected pebbles and dust on her front. Hands running over a chillingly perfect body, Phedre caught herself in thought once more over her new form. Running a hand through her hair once more, in almost an anxious movement, she remembered the pain she endured when she attempted to master the retracting of her wings. It proved to be well worth it it had seemed. She was much easier silent and balanced without having to worry about wide spred crimson dipped wings. She could release them at will, but not without slicing through her skin. Light purple lines marked her back where her wings protruded when they were free. She shook her head hearing another comment from her friend. "Hmm? Oh thank you." Phedre shrugged off the apparently rare gift bestowed on her. She wasn't sure what she thought of it yet... "knight" seemed so... 'do good.' She wasn't sure she was up for that.

"An you? How have you been since our absence?" Her voice was soft and friendly.

Ranewen smiled as she looked at Phedre. “Yes, my dear friend, all has and is well. And I have news that I carry that would make you several times happier than you might already be. It makes me happier, I can tell you that,” she said with a grin on her face. Her lips were crimson, her face as pale as snow. It looked as if she herself was a war of good versus evil. Her hair was black like the dark (as were her lips, yet they were as crimson as someone’s blood, resembling that of a vampire), her skin pale, which resembled the light side. Some people thought there was still some good in Rae, which she used as an advantage. They’d be persuading her into becoming a better, nicer Goddess and all of a sudden, they’d stop breathing. It usually turned out somewhat like that.

Ranewen snapped back to reality and looked back at Phedre. “Can you feel it, Phedre? What has changed?” she said, wondering if her Chosen had noticed the new power in her once again awakening from a small nap. Or at least it was a nap to her. Perhaps years to humans. But she didn’t know, and therefore didn’t care. A year to a human was like a day to Ranewen or any of the immortals. “I bring you great news of which will probably make your day. Or night…” she said was a sarcastic wink as she looked back into matching golden eyes of Phedre. Ranewen’s, however, were darker, especially with the hood pulled above her head, her black hair (colored blond at the moment) streaming out from it.

“I’m assuming you’re still loyal, are you not Phedre?” she said, making sure Phedre hadn’t turned on her. Of course, if she had turned on her…well…she might not be leaving here looking like she did now. Perhaps leaving with bright orange hair, two heads, a single finger on each hand… Well, let’s put it this way: you wouldn’t want to turn on Ranewen.