She remains standing in the clearing as the sun seems to glisten away into a slit of darkness. Phaedra is a patient girl in some ways, a trait for admirable for a young pup herself, and yet she seems to have matured all too fast in mind. She took heavily after her mother's example of using words, and yet put a structured edge on it from her father. She was confident, learning to structure her words carefully from the moment she could speak. She learned to stay quite content in waiting for the True Angel, and yet she was much more firm with her sister in any other regard. Her sister is a reflection of herself. They are of the same blood, and she is presenting her sibling to the True Angel on this day. She must be firm with her, to show her to way and not to let her stray. That is her duty.
Yet it doesn't take too long for the True Angel to show herself. Phaedra hold told her sister to stop her self doubt, to make sure her sister is a confident creature in her presentation, and she seemed to heed well enough. Her eyes of swirling violet and flashing gold fall to the form of her sister as she puffs, sighing slightly knowing she cannot stop such a reaction from her younger sister. Her visage of sunset hues rises, crawling to the form that lingers in the brush, the growls that haunt minds deep in the dark when the stars glitter the sky. The True Angel is all things, an Angel most wondrous, and an Angel that blesses when she so chooses. Phaedra lets her black ears fall slightly to her, showing her respect to the female that comes forth on this day. Her sister is welcomed to be seen, introduced first by the sent of the wind. She allows the sniffs to exchange, True Angel's words clinging to the air. Her sister replies, giving herself willingly to the True Angel that Walks the Earth. Yes, this pleases Phaedra, and a smirk crawls onto her wild features.
It was then Riven turned her attention to Phaedra, the younger female wolf accepting the jaws around her muzzle. It was a sign of acceptance, a sign also of the True Angel showing her superiority. It was an acceptable thing, only a thing she would accept from the True Angel and her chosen ones. It was a touch like fire upon her, lighting up her nerves and causing a pleasure most delightful. Her lips part to lick the True Angel as she pulls back, her own sign of affection and submission to one most glorious.
Today, the True Angel does not use her powers upon her, and this does cause a touch of sadness, but hardly so. She only craved to experience it again, and she holds no anger for not being given such a gift. This gift of an altered state and mind must be one rare, or perhaps only given at first meeting. Phaedra did not know, for the True Angel worked in mysterious ways, and no one could convince her otherwise.
Truly, the rest was up to Riven the True Angel and Calliel. Phaedra could only watch for this moment, watch as her sister falls to a play bow and asks to play. Her mouth wrinkles a bit, narrowing her eyes slightly at her sister before turning her strong face back to the True Angel. She looked carefully for her reactions, to play off of each and every little signal she gives off, for the True Angel gets what she demands. She was on edge before, wary of the sister small and even that caused her black hackles to reach a bit to the sky. She steps forth towards Riven, face looking upon her sister now as she seeks to take her place by Riven's side, to enforce what it is she wishes. Phaedra was feeling a pull so very strong to Riven and her dominance, and if Riven was not so good with words...then Phaedra would speak for her, act as an extension. Now, how it is her True Angel would react to a playful puppy that is her sister?