It was to the sound of hooves that Zyllenna found herself pausing in her tracks, head tilted and ears twitching at the sounds. It sounded like one large animal and the Banshee wondered if it was maybe a unicorn, or perhaps a white stag, both of which were quiet sacred fae creatures. Perhaps her kin could shed light on these backwards creatures called humans?
To her pleasure, Zyllenna realized that whatever it was, trod toward her current direction, however she could not sight it yet, and made little sound as she glided just shy of it's path to watch in the gloom of the tree's shade.
'Clip, clop, clip, clop,' arching a brow, Zyll peered at the horse and it's master, lips curving down at the corners. Not a fae beast, just one of those persistent humans, and one that carried weapons that could hurt Zyllenna. This hadn't been the first time a human on a horse had tried to ride her down, and she had become somewhat wary, and frankly annoyed, wondering why she caused this reaction in them. A thought surface that perhaps steering clear of the human would be best, however another thought silenced the first. It was worth an attack by one lone rider to test whether her disguise would work!
Wraith-like, the Banshee kept pace, following parallel from them through the valley until there came a bend in the path. She shot forward, evading trees and their roots with her unusual agility, to stand in the middle of the path. There she waited for the horsemen to turn the corner, a dark haired beauty in his path.
